Donatello POV:
I woke up startled by the sound of my brothers leaving the sewer at 3 am, they probably went to get pizza or something. I never really spend a lot of time with them anymore. I miss them, but I'm not sure they miss me. As I lay my head back on to my pillow I think to myself "will there ever be someone that I could actually spend time with and not be fed up their obnoxious ways? Probably not." So here I sit. Alone.
