Leonardo woke up slowly, with a pounding headache that made him feel like his shell weighed twice as much as normal. His mind was clouded, as if he couldn't focus on anything clearly. When he opened his eyes, he found himself in an unfamiliar bed. At first, it all seemed like a strange nightmare, but when he turned his head, his heart skipped a beat. There, next to him, slept a female ninja belonging to the Foot Clan. The same ninja who had tried to kill him several times on Shredder's orders. Leonardo felt panic take hold of him. What the hell had happened last night?

It was 6 in the morning, and while the sun was barely peeking through the window, the dim light revealed more disturbing details. His mind was still blank, with no memory of how he had gotten to that place. It wasn't like him, much less to be in this situation.

"What did I do?" he thought desperately, rubbing his temples in an attempt to relieve the headache. Then, his gaze went to the device Donatello created that was on the nightstand next to the bed. He quickly grabbed it, hoping to find answers. Turning it on, he saw that he had over 57 missed calls from his brothers.

“Oh, no…” he muttered, fear beginning to settle in his stomach.

The last thing he remembered was being on patrol with his brothers. Everything seemed normal, until… nothing. A complete void in his memory. He quickly got out of bed, but as he passed a mirror on the wall, what he saw left him speechless: hickey marks on his neck and deep scratches on his shell.

“What the hell happened last night…?” he asked himself quietly, as he tried to process what had happened. A feeling of shame and confusion washed over him. He had undoubtedly found some bottle and, with no experience with alcohol, had ended up completely drunk.

But how did he end up like this? And, most importantly, what was he going to say to his brothers? More importantly, what was he going to say to Splinter?