In all honesty, he's still trying to piece together just what happened. Oh, and the memories. All of them are coming back to him. Jumbled, yes. Overwhelming? You bet, judging by how he's grabbing his head. But still returning.
After what feels like an eternity, the completely covered individual - dressed in a drab jumpsuit, black work boots, black work gloves and a welding helmet - slowly gets up, stumbling a little bit as he looked around, holding his head.
Unless the District is secretly into feng shui, and managed to completely undo whatever's in the chip that blocked his otherworldly memories, he can really only make one conclusion as he looks for a way out.
Donatello Hamato | TMNT 2003 | CRAU | Taaffeite
[He isn't getting up. Nope. You can't make him.
In all honesty, he's still trying to piece together just what happened. Oh, and the memories. All of them are coming back to him. Jumbled, yes. Overwhelming? You bet, judging by how he's grabbing his head. But still returning.
After what feels like an eternity, the completely covered individual - dressed in a drab jumpsuit, black work boots, black work gloves and a welding helmet - slowly gets up, stumbling a little bit as he looked around, holding his head.
Unless the District is secretly into feng shui, and managed to completely undo whatever's in the chip that blocked his otherworldly memories, he can really only make one conclusion as he looks for a way out.
He needs a drink.]