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Eleventh Theory [Action/Voice]

((For the duration of the experiment Don's thoughts will be in {curly brackets}, OH GOD SORRY FOR THE BRAINSPAM.))

[Today Donatello is wandering around the village center, enjoying the nice weather and generally exploring. Unbeknownst to him, he is being followed by a thought bubble.]

[As he passes the clinic, on his way to the fountain:]

{... disassociative delusions. Induction of kinesthetic misperception. She thought her arm was artificial, so far as to... I should go visit her.}

[And as he comes into view of the school, he opens his journal:]

Molly, the weather is getting warm... do you want to start building the playground soon?

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{Uh-oh caught misunderstood be careful.}

... To be at war with my own mind.

{Didn't know you were fighting that battle every day afraid for you how can I help.}

Oh. [Well now he feels like crap.]

I'm sorry. {Sorry sorry sorry what else can I do.}

Did you... know? That other people weren't like you?

Don. Don't be. I mean...it's kinda obvious, right?

{You're not a freak. You're not. You're -}

- the strongest person I know.

I'm - [He snorts a laugh, his bubble shifting to lighter colors as he punches Don roughly on the arm.] You are so damn sappy sometimes.

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{But you like it better than when I .................................}

[With an effort of will, he conceals his thoughts.]

[And shortly thereafter, they arrive back at C6.]

Ready?

Like it better when you what?

[He pushes open the door to the building, but instead of heading toward the apartment, he makes for the kitchen instead.]

{....................................................}

Nothing.

[Reaching into the cabinet for boxes of tea.] Which do you want?

Hey! You get to pick me apart like a bug in a jar, now it's my turn.

[Sideways glance.] You won't like it.

[He crosses his arms and gives Don a hard look.] Lay it on me.

[Playing with the tea bags.]

Do you know those times when I'm - 'empty'? ... Do you want to see what I'm really doing?

Hey, you can see mine, can'tcha?

Raph, I... think you have it completely backwards. [Puts down the tea.] Do you want me to show you what it's really like?

Yeah, whatever. Just show me.

... Okay.

[He pulls out a chair and sits down.]

I can't always do it on purpose. But I'll try.

[He stares at the wall. In his thought bubble, the BattleShell. It rotates, the hood opens, the engine pops out. And, as Don's gaze unfocuses and his head tilts to the side, the engine 'explodes', the parts flying in all directions, the thought bubble expanding to contain them. The parts move around each other, each one a perfect three-dimensional replica of its real-life counterpart. Tiny formulas scrawl themselves in the air. And, in a way that's so smooth and gradual that you don't realize it's happening until it's almost finished, the parts reassemble themselves into a different, better kind of engine.]

[And Don stares at the wall.]

[Raph just stares on in awe.] That's...really freaky.

[Getting in on purpose is hard. Getting out on purpose is pretty much impossible. The pictures in Don's enormous thought bubble wander on - machines, abstract equations, lines and lines of text consisting mainly of scientific jargon - all flowing like a slow but mighty river.

As Don remains completely oblivious to reality.]

[He takes a step closer, staring at this craziness like watching rush-hour traffic]

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[Words and pictures scurry around Raph, or, being intangible, pass right through him. Don and his thoughts continue to be in their own little world. But, if Raph looks closer, he might see a calm happiness on his brother's face.]

Hm. [Raph doesn't know whether to try and snap Don out of it or leave him to his reverie. He gets it now - how Don can get lost in this stuff and forget about the rest of the world. It's...hypnotic.

So he decides to leave Don to his thoughts, starting the water for tea.]

{BattleShell. Faster. More efficient. Like this... and the same principle could be applied to the Shell Cycle. Maybe even to the Shell Sub. Not to the train car though, he'd gotten it back to the Lair and he wasn't moving it again. No, he has other plans for the train car. Computers. Lab equipment. Medical equipment. And -

A whistle.

A whistle? No, the train's not going anywhere, it doesn't need a ...

... a whistle ...}

[The bubble shrinks, vacuuming itself up, returning to a little contained thing by Don's ear.]

[He blinks slowly at the tea kettle, as though examining a strange alien artifact. Finally:] Your water is boiling.

[He clears his throat and takes the kettle off.] Yeah, I know.

[He rubs his eyes, taking a minute to remember what he was doing in the real world.]

Do you understand now, Raph? Why I do that?

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