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[Don is feeling a little claustrophobic today. The number of vehicles he has stashed in his workroom has increased to five over the past week, and he's running out of room to build more. He'd been hoping that the wet, overcast weather would break so he could take his work outside, but that didn't exactly pan out. It is sunny today, but it's also unseasonably cold.]

[Determined to continue his work anyway, Don has shoved all the furniture out of the way and set up camp in the living room, surrounded by a mass of lightweight canvas and metal struts. Hang-glider Number Four is now Under Construction.]

[It's been quite some time since he asked a general question over the journals, so he decides to do so now. Companionable conversation is just what he needs to make the repetitive work go faster.]

If you had access to Shifting technology, and could change something about the world - what would you do? How long would you make it last?

[He also has some things he wants to talk about with Mike and Master Splinter - separately, that is. If they don't stop by while he's working, he'll be looking for them later.]

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Everything! Shell, Don! What don't I got to be angry at!?

[So maybe this is partly about you. Not you and Robert, just you, mixing with the fear and pain and sadness and frustration and hate for what's happening to Derek, for not being able to do a goddamn thing. That man treated them like a father, took them in, did everything in his power to help them. And what does he do? He fucking screws up everything. He sits on his ass and lets someone else do the dirty work when Derek needs them most. That's not how it's supposed to happen.]

Fujiko seems like - a nice girl.

[She seems kind of scary, actually. But he supposes you're into that.]

Don't bring her into this! This ain't got nothin' to do with her!

Fine. [He puts his bo away and takes a step back.] When she asks where you are, I'll tell her you'll be back in a week.

No. Don't you start pullin' that crud on me like you know her. You don't know shit!

[A slightly accusatory tone, tinged with sadness.] No. I don't.

[He angrily shakes his head, then starts storming off in the direction he was headed before.]

I'm not talkin' about this now. If you're not gonna help, go home!

[A pause, by the end of which Raph may or may not still be close enough to hear him.]

I'll do that. I have a tricorder to fix.

[He hears it, but it doesn't stop him. He just keeps trudging without looking back. He has to find Derek. He won't stop until he does.]

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