5: action

[after_march]

[Since arriving in Luceti, April has developed a sleepwalking problem. It wasn't too bad at first: she'd wake up halfway to the living room, sitting in a kitchen chair, or lying on the floor next to her bed. Unfortunately, as Halloween nears her problem is getting worse. She found herself in the forest two days earlier with no knowledge of how she

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[i_speak_softly]

[Late in the evening, after April has calmed down and been patched up, Don quietly leaves her room, goes to the other side of the house, and knocks on Raph's door. They need to talk.]

[i_speak_softly]

[Don curls up a little smaller in the bed. He started this. There's nothing he can say that Raph will believe.]

[meanandgreen]

[He slips silently back into his room and starts gearing up, grabbing every weapon off his shelves he can carry.

This is the only thing he can think of doing. He has to get away. He has to keep himself from hurting anybody else. He's sick of people telling him it's not his fault.

Whether April's dead or not doesn't matter. What he saw out there was either a consequence or a possibility. He has no control. Splinter always said he has no control.

Well maybe it's time to do something about that.

He feels strangely hollow, like someone scooped out all his insides. Numb. And without his emotions to guide him, he feels more lost than he's ever been.

He pauses at the window, presses his hands to the glass, and pushes it up. Cold air rushes to greet him.

He doesn't move, somehow anchored to the floor, and presses his forehead to the cold windowpane. He closes his eyes and prays.]