Raph held out his hand with the brand, looked at where it registered the reality shard, and rolled his eyes skyward, as if beseeching the higher powers that'd tossed them head first into this to give him strength.

"The shard's in the same direction as the volcano," Raph said bitterly. "Of course."

He turned back to the cookie man. "Does anyone have an idea on how much time is left?"

"Our fudgemologists think we only have five hours," said the gingerbread man. "All we can do is hope they're wrong - it'll take at leave six or seven to evacuate all the surrounding towns. You need to get as much distance between yourself and the volcano as you can, strangers. Especially since you're both made of taffy. You'll be at far greater risk of melting from the advancing fudge than some of us."

With that, the little man ran off to help with the evacuation.

"If we don't get that thing back soon, it's probably gonna wind up in buried in hot fudge. We'll never be able to find it - we probably won't even be able to touch because of the heat." Raph turned to Molly, letting go of her hand to put both his hands on her shoulders. "Listen, you need to head back to the door and wait for me there, okay? If the volcano starts erupting and it looks like the eruption's heading that way, leave without me."

There was no way he was taking Molly in the direction of an erupting volcano.