Put Michelangelo aside, turtles rarely had sleep; and when they did, it was preferably daytime for humans. The turtle lair was silent that morning, with his population with five mutants sleeping peacefully. Sleep time was usually around 4 PM, but the master had allowed them to sleep as much as they wished today, since they had been training without any rest in the past two days.

Although their sensei had let them have some shut-eye, the day had different plans for the teenage brothers. Around 9 AM in the morning, right when the green team was deep in sleep enough to dream, an annoying hooter repeatedly rang through the walls.

As ninjas in training for more than fifteen years, the turtles were quick to get on their feet with their weapons ready to attack. Of course, right after they got up from the floor which they fell from their bunks though.

"What the shell is going on here?" Raphael asked, shouting to make his voice heard through the loud beeps.

"It's the security system! It's alarming!" Donatello shouted as he ran to his lab with others behind his back.

"Thanks for enlightening us, genius, because I thought all this beeping and winking red lights were a party invitation for a second there!" Raphael wasn't happy that his sleep was interrupted, but when was he actually happy anyways?

Donatello didn't reply, instead, he quickly went into his lab with his brothers. His fingers instantly landed on one of the computers in his lab, typing commands in computer language which only he amongst the ones in the room understood rapidly. Soon, the screen was split in several windows, each showing different spots of the sewer; some were normal visuals but some had strange colorings, like the ones that were heat-sensitive.

"No threat is in sight…" Donatello mumbled, but no one was able to hear him through the noise.

His fingers made another set of movements, and now, there were different diagrams in sight.

"There is nothing threatening," Donatello shouted. "It's just that some wires are frozen. I can fix it easily."

"That's great Don, but can't you do anything about the hooting first?" Leonardo shouted in his brother's earhole.

"Oh, right." More keys were pressed, and thankfully the auditory torture was gone.

"Donnie…" Michelangelo started sheepishly, apparently there was something he was going to say; but before he could finish his sentence, his body hit the ground. Hard.

Leonardo took his asleep brother in his arms. "Can you fix it now? Even few hours without a security system can be dangerous, especially when we are all sleeping."

Donatello wasn't happy about this, but he had logic and he was aware of the possible threats. "Sure, Leo."

"Cover yourself a bit. It must be really cold out there if even the wires are frozen."

"And don't make a slightest noise when you come back, or else I will stab my sais in your skull." Raphael really wasn't happy that his sleep was interrupted.

Donatello sent him a neutral glare. "I am a ninja too, remember?" He stepped towards the living room, grabbing April's coat thrown on the sofa after he realized it was there; he wished to go back to his sleep as soon as possible and he didn't want to lose time by looking for something thick amongst the clothes that the turtles used to camouflage between humans at nights. Besides, he wouldn't refuse some of April's unique, wonderful scent to be around him.

(…)

The turtles were really unlucky about sleep that day.

As soon as they were back in dreamland, all their senses got alerted by a loud call.

"GUYS! COME QUICK! NOW!"

"DONNIE!" Three turtles exclaimed simultaneously before they all started running through the tunnels of the sewer.

"Don-" Leonardo started as soon as he took a corner, but as soon as his brother was in sight, his eyes reflected confusion, followed by annoyance.

No one could expect the aggressive brother not to get angry when even the calmest one was annoyed. "Donatello, you freaked the shell out of us, because you got scared by sky above?" Raphael scowled at the mutant who had been eyeing topside through a manhole with wide eyes, probably since before his brothers even arrived.

"If being completely amazed by the nature's calculable but beautiful glory, then I must be a teenage mutant ninja chicken." Donatello sounded different than usual. His voice was languishing, and he really sounded amazed.

Raphael rolled his eyes. "You have serious problems if a girl's coat on your shoulders gets you this stoned." He approached his tallest brother.

Then he realized what Donatello might me talking about. From the manhole, a fascicle of dim sunlight fell on the horizontal space which included the ladder Donatello was on; it made the rays look like a natural spotlight. Holding a stair tight with both hands, the tall mutant was leaning backwards; his face was turned towards upside, the source of the light. Making an ironic view, the snow was falling down through the manhole; and although they weren't spotted from afar because of the light, snowflakes was easily seen closely.

The scene could be as beautiful as the fake ones on magazines, if the girl coat Donatello was wearing wasn't ruining it.

Raphael pushed his brother aside, causing him to fall from the ladder and took his previous spot.

"Hey!" Donatello yelled from the bottom, but if Raphael had cared, he wouldn't have pushed him at the first place.

The scene outside looked like it was from one of the default screensavers installed in Raphael's laptop which Donatello had rebuilt for him last year. Some of the sun rays had managed to escape through a small hole between some clouds and reached to the manhole which the turtles were currently under. However, sun wasn't strong enough to stop snow in the air from falling or melt the snow on the ground. White flakes were floating in the sky without being bothered by wind, and it was silent on the street, due to lack of humans on it. Probably most of them were in their warm houses, sleeping or having breakfast. After what he and his brothers went through during the last two and a half months, Raphael could never reconcile the words "street" and "peaceful", but that was what street currently looked like.

Raphael didn't like peace, but it was beautiful at the moment. And for plus, the scene had potential for something more exciting too.

"Let me see, let me see!" Raphael felt an annoying head pushing him aside by his shoulder; but the owner of the head didn't intend to make him fall down but get a piece of view too. The expression "Woah…" escaped from Michelangelo's lips as sky blue orbs moved to observe.

"I know, right?" Donatello who had just got up had placed himself behind Raphael's back. "It's possible, but not often for the sun and snow to reach a balance like this. Sun isn't sharp enough to melt the snow, because New York gets sunrays with the least angle of whole year in this time of-"

"Shut up, braniac. Where are you graduated from, The Great College of Joy-Killers?"

Raphael's comment was replied with an angry glare.

"It looks nice, indeed," Leonardo's head was next to Donatello's and right behind Michelangelo's; he didn't seem to need a reason to hide his amazement too. "It looks like one of Splinter's tableaus, but there is snow instead of sakura here… and street wasn't this messed, and there were more trees…"

"We got it, Leo," Raphael said before he reached out a hand to get some snow to squeeze. He threw it right into Donatello's face, and although the smartshell was too close for the shot to be effective, he still seemed annoyed.

"HEY!" Donatello exclaimed for the second time in last three minutes. But before he could react, Raphael was already out, standing on the asphalt above with a snowball jumped by his palm.

"This is a call for snowball fight!" Raphael threw the white matter to a wall to show off.

Without a visible hesitation, Michelangelo jumped out of the manhole, instantly squeezing and throwing it at Raphael. The short-tempered turtle was caught off-guard, which filled him with a hot challenging mood, causing the snow fight to escalate quickly.

"Guys," Leonardo tried to say. "Master Splinter-" But when a snowball accidentally hit his face, his reflexes instantly forgot the rule of not going upside and his body automatically jumped out. "You're going to pay for this, Mikey!" he shouted, getting some snow as well.

Even the teenager instincts for fun wasn't enough for Donatello, another snowball definitely was to join his brothers.