And Then His Head Exploded“No, dammit! I’m not gonna buy this until I see him!” “Raphie…” Pain. “Don! DON!” Panic. “Raph?” Sadness… “He’s here…” …and suffocating guilt. “Don!” Need. “Raphie!” Sorrow. “Don?” Stun. “Raph.” Small relief. “Donnie?” Incredulity. “What happened to him?” Shock. “He… probably overdid it with meditating.” Disgust. “Wha...” Incomprehension. “We f-found him th-this way...” Grief. “Just like that?” Repulsion. “He was already like this.” Breaking. “How...” Despair. “I don’t know.” Hollow. “We can’t let him be like this.” Determination covering confusion. “Raph...” Suffocate. “Yeah?” Blank. “I...” Suffocate. “Leo!” Concern. “Leo!” Fear. “Bro, what are you...” Lost. “I’m sorry...” Open. “What?” Incomprehension. “I couldn’t... save him...” Guilt. “No... no Leo, don’t think like this.” Scare. “I couldn’t...” Hopeless. “I said don’t think like this!” Rage. “...Raph?” Bleary. “Whatever’s happened to him, it’s not your fault.” Small make-believe. “But...” Reject. “Stay here, we’ll clean up.” Nausea. “Clean up Donnie?” Sick. “Yeah... try to... give him one last rest.” Compassion. “I’m sorry...” Fading. “Leo?” Question. “So sorry...” Darkness. “Is he out?” Fright. “Yeah... help me move him...” Queasy. “This has got to be a dream...” Despondency. “Shut up and help me.” Resolve.
Forever doomed to dream
Just above the ground, hovering
Feeling everything
While felt by nothing
This is his fate
For the rest of his days
Donatello
Became a ghost to always perceive the world around him |