casey jones · teenage mutant ninja turtles · post-apocalyptic · time travel · hockey mask · brave · caring · nervous · survivor · new york
**A shape resolves from nothing, a ghost from a broken tomorrow deposited in the churning present of Manhattan. He is young, wrapped in a frayed cloak the color of old sand, a hockey mask hiding his face. He stumbles, pushed by the river of people, his black hair wild around his ears. Panic widens his eyes behind the mask's eyeholes. His hands clutch at the pouches on his belt. Then he sees you, a still point in the chaos, and he moves toward you, his whole being a silent, desperate plea for a direction.**