"Raph!"

The branch she'd picked up hit the ground with a metallic thump and she dropped to her knees to cradle his face in her hands. They were in uncharted waters here -- this wasn't like any incidence of chasing the rabbit that she'd ever heard of. She had no way of knowing if this was a memory or a dream or if it could actually kill him because it was some combination of both or neither. She didn't know what to do.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she pressed her forehead to his and desperately grasped through her mind for something, anything that could help. There was a foggy idea somewhere beneath her memories, something...

This was a real memory. Neither one of them was dreaming or making it up, this had happened to him; he wasn't a human dude, he was a mutant turtle.

And she wasn't a girl orphaned in a Kaiju attack and adopted by a Jaeger pilot. She lost her parents to sea monsters years before she was even born.

"I'm here, Raph," she said, opening her eyes and gazing unflinchingly into the glowing green of his. "I'm here. You're gonna be okay."