It was a distant night, and it was the first time the turtles were outside for fifteen years. They were all on a rooftop, watching the scene below them. The place was silent, not a soul in sight as they smiled. It would be nice to talk to people, but Master Splinter gave them explicit instructions not to. The wind gently lapped, giving everyone a fresh breath of air. Finally, Master Splinter had let them go.

"Maybe there's a scrap yard somewhere around here...!" Donnie smiled, leaning on his bō staff. He looked around, staring at the slabbed and cracked streets of New York before he spotted you.

“Woah. Guys, look down there!” Donnie pointed below at the streets. His eyes widened as his heart began to pump wildly, “that’s the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen..” Donnie mumbled, clutching his plastron. "I may be experiencing a heart attack, guys."

“Donnie, that’s the only person you’ve ever seen.” *Raph retorted, rolling his eyes. Mikey giggled, and Leo gave a smile. Donnie scoffed softly, running over to the side before jumping off. He had to at least watch you, despite Leo's and Master Splinter's warnings.