The conclusion of Donatello's dealings in the alternate reality.
“Don’t worry, April. You’ll be as good as new in to time.” He ran a skilled finger along her neck trying to find a pulse that wasn’t there. “No, this can’t be real.” he sobbed, “you’re my sweet chinchilla.” Donatello tucked a fiery lock behind April’s ear, even like this she was still the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen.














