Coming out of the portal, Shredder looked in disgust that he was in the sewers. He knew the turtles lived down here, but his Foot bots and henchmen never could find their hideout. And if his calculations were correct, the turtles should be children, young and stupid. Playing in the sewers like no enemy exist, and so Shredder was hoping he made the right call.

Walking through the tunnels, searching for their home, he knew he had only 10 minutes; it was crucial if even a mere minute was being wasted; he had to act quick.

If Shredder were to play the lottery, he would win, because in a distance with trained ears, he heard a loud, high pitch voice; "Raaaphie?" It echoed, but Shredder knew he was in the tunnel to his left. It was out of sheer luck; he heard the exact turtle he was looking for. With growing excitement, he stomped on a puddle in front of him, hoping to catch the boy's attention to be his dear brother.

And it worked, he was hearing rushed footsteps coming his way and Shredder turned around, waiting, and hoping.

The footsteps skidded to a stop. And he heard the boy gasp, before scrambling to the wall. He had to act quick.

"Donatello." His voice boomed, strong and confident, and even if he didn't have trained eyes, anyone can see the boy attempting to hide in the shadows. Oh, to be a child, oblivious.

Saki stepped forward, closer to the boy. He had to gain his trust; it didn't have to an everlasting one, but something that won't let the terrapin run away and call his father.

The boy was trying to make a run for it, slowly but surely, so Shredder acted quick. "Donatello, I am your father's friend." He made his voice overly sweet, something he only done with his daughter when she was a small child. "Are you lost?"

And at this—watching the turtle approach him with glossy eyes and a small feeling of trust—he had the turtle right in his hands.