It's certainly a record for the longest snack run. Donnie's well aware that it wasn't actually meant to be, but he'd stayed where he was for maybe thirty minutes before admitting to himself that Leo probably wasn't coming back any time soon.

And that hurts, but he can only be mad at his place and those deceptive tumbleweeds.

Eventually he'll be found ensconced within the confines of the Turtle Tank. He needs something to preoccupy himself, so he's working at dismantling the robotic limbs and parts he'd scavenged, sorting things into piles and what few containers he's found. At least he hasn't felt any other wayward sensations, but it's been pretty quiet around the Tank's area, enough that he'd put some music on, the bumping bass spilling out from the open rear hatch of the vehicle.