Well, at least now he knows for sure. Dustin opens his mouth to follow up for details, except Donatello beats him to the punch - by quite a lot. His mouth clicks shut, listening in silence, save the steady shuffle and crunch of his legs through the deep snow.

There was a time when Dustin would have called bullshit on this whole story. That point passed a while ago. "...From Japanese mythology?" he asks after a moment, picking the part of everything Donatello's told him that seems the easiest to dissect first. "The fuck are they doing in New York?"