The turtles had been trying to get rid of the last remaining Oozequitos in New York in the hopes of less people getting turned into mutants. They'd just finished taking out a few of the bugs when Mikey noticed someone hiding in an alleyway nearby. Feeling concerned, he hopped down from the rooftop and carefully approached the figure. "Hello?" He kept his tone gentle to coax the person out. "Are you ok? Did you get bit by one of those bugs?"