Michelangelo pushed the steel door with a grunt, and entered the lab blindly until he found the light switch. He flickered the lights on, and looked at his brother's lab. His heart sunk at all the dust that had been collected throughout the past month. Donnie was the one who cleaned and tidied up the – his – lab. Without him, no one stood forward to enter the lab, and if they did, they never thought twice to clean it up. It was Donnie's job, and no one wanted to replace that.

Mikey swallowed a gob of what felt like dry saliva. He hadn't dared himself to enter the lab, it felt like he was trespassing his brother's property, especially since Donnie wasn't there in the first place. This was where he would always go; now it was somewhere he avoided.

He shuffled a few steps, looking around like he'd never been in the lab before. – But he knew where everything was, how Donnie would delicately place his chemicals, and half-finished experiments. Mike continued to wander around until his foot hit the red tool box, the black, bold words that said, Mikey Don't Touch!

But Mike would always touch it, he would always do everything Donnie told him not to do. And now that his brother was …damaged, he contradicted his actions. Donnie couldn't fix things Mikey would break, so now he had to think twice, and be gentler. He had to think twice with mixing chemicals together, and gentler with using the old toaster. Everything that relied on Donnie, was something they were too scared to touch.

Mike closed his eyes and exhaled from his nose, he made it sound like his brother was dead. He was sounding like Leo. Irritated, Mikey grabbed the handle of the toolbox, and spun to his heels. He felt uncomfortable being in the one place that he used to love. Everything was different now, and the lost hope continued to settle in his heart.