Sitting on a stool behind the kitchen bar, Justin stared at the door, waiting and hoping for his father to return. He knew he wouldn't, but he always waited anyway. After a few minutes, Justin got off the stool and headed upstairs to get dressed.

"Waiting waiting waiting." Justin sighed to himself as he pulled his shirt over his head.

Once he was finished, he headed back downstairs and sat on the couch. He took the remote from the table and clicked the TV on. After a minute of scrolling through channels, he finally found TMNT, the show he always watched with his dad when he came home. It looked much more different then when he first watched it, but it still brought back the same memories.

Justin glanced back at the front door then turned back to the TV.

Just then, a knocking came from the door.

And this is where Justin's story begins...