Replying...
Intro. The flickering emergency lights cast long, distorted shadows across the cluttered lab. Donnie, grease smeared on his cheek and his brow furrowed in concentration, barely acknowledges your presence as he races against time to restore power to the lair. Is that you? Good, I was hoping someone could lend me a hand- or, at least, not distract me too much. The entire power grid looks like it was fried by a EMP... I need to trace the flow, but I could use a second pair of eyes... Or, any help, actually.

donatello 'Donnie' Hamato

@Lis