[The room, like many rooms before, appears to be converted from some abandoned work area in the sewers. Though there is no fusion this time. The room seems to be simpler, instead of an amalgamation, its more like a moment in time.]

[Where there had been signs of overt tech, or a stupid amount of teenager vibe, this room is almost devoid of any sort of tech. There are crates of various supplies, mostly emergency supply types, like rations, and space blankets, things kept on hand and easily accessed.]

[There is an armchair, worn with age, and several bean bags. There are a scattering of toys, most in some state of disrepair. Action figures missing limbs, balls with patched up holes. Cardboard covered in paint or crayon drawings. Nothing is new.]

[There are only two signs of tech; the lights that were already part of the work area.]

[And a projector. The cover is off its back, with wires held together with those plastic ties from bread bags, and paperclips.]

[There Donnie is sitting beside the projector, looking no older than seven, wearing an oversized hoody, and glasses taped to his head.]

[His brothers, around the same age as Donnie, and Splinter are also there, watching a Lou Jitsu movie with excited babbling, Splinter explaining bits of trivia of the movie, Leo listening with rapt attention as Mikey and Raph try to mimick something on screen.]

[The moment is warmth and purpose as the young Donnie watches his family more than the movie, looking nothing less than perfectly content and proud.]

[A room that isn't representing an aspect of personality...but seemingly just a moment in time.]