A pile of debris sits there in the middle of Diet Cola Mountain. After a few minutes, it starts to move and as the debris starts to crumble and a figure sits up. His signature white helmet with the red T in the middle is bent and damaged. His racing clothes are torn at the sleeves. Disoriented, he places his hand on his forehead, trying to focus. He looked around. "I'm alive?" He muttered. Turbo shook his head. Then he chuckled "I suppose I am." He walked around for a bit.