The lights in the lair buzz to life, bathing the turtles, Splinter, Diaval, and Destiny in the harsh realization of how much work they have ahead of them.

"What a disaster," Leonardo says, a sigh escaping his lips. He nudges a stray clump of warped metal with his toe. "The Kraang really trashed this place."

Splinter places a hand on his son's shoulder. "Indeed, but this is our home. We will clean and set things right once more."

The others give hesitant nods and trudge off into the dirtier depths of the lair. Michelangelo, gripping Ice Cream Kitty's cooler, pouts heavily.

"Oh, I hate cleaning," he whines. Ice Cream Kitty meows from within her cooler and he glances at her. "I call the kitchen!"

Donatello and Raphael disperse as they search for the first thing to start working on. Leonardo pushes his Space Heroes pinball machine up, tapping it gently. It whirs once, the display lighting up for a millisecond, and then it dies again. The blue-masked turtle groans inwardly.

"Hey Raph, a little help?" Donatello calls from next to his laboratory doors.

Raphael moves to his brother's side as they both manage to jar the door open. Donatello takes one look at his lab and his face falls, his forehead creased with sadness.

"Oh...oh no," he mourns. "My experiments. My...my lab."

Raphael places a comforting hand on his shoulder and squeezes. Donatello's head droops as he braces himself against the doorway.

Destiny grips her backpack strap as she stands before the door to her old bedroom. She reaches out for the handle, skin prickling. How long has it been since she was last in here? She takes a deep breath and pushes it open with a low creaking noise. The room is practically untouched. The dresser made up of crates and the bed is still there and a few belongings that she left behind rest amongst the dust bunnies on the shelves.

She places her backpack on the floor, brushing her hands off and looking around. She moves to her police box lamp, lifting it and brushing off the dust from the surface before setting it back on her side table. She kneels on the floor and plugs it in, the light inside switching on after a few weak flickers. She sighs in relief and moves to her book shelf, where her favourite novels and Shakespearean works are lined up next to boxed sets of VHS and DVD TV show collections.

"Everything is going back to normal," she murmurs, dusting the shelves with quick sweeps of her tail.

"Destiny, where does this go?" Diaval asks, peeking into the bedroom. He shifts the box in his arms, allowing Destiny to read the scrawled message across the side: "Mikey's stuff".

"Mikey's room," she answers, heading out of the room at a brisk pace. "I'll show you where it is."

Inside the dojo, Splinter sets the bowl that the turtles' came in when he first purchased them on his shelf. The glass is cracked, but the rat doesn't mind. He places a little pink palm tree inside and adjusts it lovingly before pulling his family portrait from his kimono. He gases at it for a second as his fingers trace over their faces.

"Miwa..." he whispers, placing the picture in its designated spot. "What has become of you?"

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Michelangelo lifts Ice Cream Kitty back into the freezer with a cheery smile on his face as he works on cleaning the kitchen.

"There you go, Ice Cream Kitty. Nice and chilly," he says. He goes to open the fridge. "Now to see what's for din—" A terrible stench emits from within and the turtle groans and retches a bit.

"Mew?" Ice Cream Kitty purrs in concern for her friend.

"It's okay, ICK. Something just...reeks!" He pulls open the door completely, taking in the mouldy and rotten food on every shelf. "Our food...ruined!" he sniffs, collapsing to his knees. He reaches in and pulls out an old slice of pizza, smelling it tentatively. "Hmm, roaches, rotten pepperoni, furry stuff." He shrugs and eats the slice whole. "I may regret that tomorrow, but worth it today."

His stomach makes a horrible sound and he gags, letting out a burp and a moan as he holds his gut.

"Meow..." Ice Cream Kitty shakes her head.

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"Good news! All my NW is safe and sound!" Destiny calls as she moves into the living room.

Leonardo perks up. "Oh good! We need to start season two!" His smile falls into a frown. "I can't believe Nurse I only got one season though."

"I know right? Ugh." She shakes her head as her nose wrinkles in disapproval at her favourite nurse having such a small amount of episodes to enjoy.

"If you're going to talk, at least talk while you work," Raphael calls as he throws a broom her way.

She catches it and salutes. "Aye aye, Raphie."

He growls at the nickname, to which she laughs and starts sweeping together deactivated Kraang limbs. Raphael kicks a few heads to a growing pile in the middle of the living room while Donatello sweeps nearby. Michelangelo eats cheesy-balls from a canister as he observes the activities. Diaval packs the alien parts into garbage bags.

Casey comes storming in as they work, everything about him radiating anger: hunched shoulders, narrowed eyes, pouted lips, hands in fists. He's wearing his signature face paint again, his mask flipped upwards. He finishes the last of a canned drink and chucks the can away after crumpling it in his fist, kicking a Kraang head forcefully. Diaval yelps and tries to snag the head from the air, falling onto his back as it smacks him in the chest.

"Hey, no littering! We've got enough to clean up," Destiny calls, although her tone is more light and teasing than stern.

"Well, look what the cat dragged in. Where you been, Jones?" Raphael asks as his friend storms up to him.

"Doing what you should be!" Casey snaps. "Helping the city, stopping crime!"

"Whoa, hold up. In case you hadn't noticed, we just got back here," Leonardo points out, eye-ridge raised.

"Yeah, we just happened to stop a little thing called a massive alien invasion," Donatello adds.

"Yeah, dude, we deserve a little downtime," Michelangelo comments as he eats more cheesy-balls, his mouth surrounded by orange powder.

"Evil never takes downtime!" Casey insists. "I just took on the Purple Dragons!"

All the turtles exclaim, "Oooooooo!" while waving their hands around and faking terror. They laugh as Casey attempts to punch Michelangelo, the turtle retreating into his shell and bouncing away. Destiny doesn't laugh, but the smirk trembling on her lips betrays her.

"So how bad did you beat 'em?" Raphael asks.

"Well," Casey starts, looking away. "Well...at least I stopped 'em from getting away with the cash!"

The turtles blink in surprise. Destiny frowns a little as realization of what he means sets in. Diaval watches everyone's expressions, blinking.

"Wait, you didn't beat the Purple Dragons?" Donatello asks.

Casey looks down, his face shameful. That's the only answer they need before each male mutant in the room bursts out laughing, mocking him relentlessly. Casey scrunches his eyes shut, his teeth gritted as his fists clench.

"You don't want to help? Fine! I don't need you guys," he shouts, turning and storming out of the turnstiles. "Casey Jones can protect the city alone."

"Good luck with that!" Donatello shouts, his brothers still laughing their heads off.

"Don't get what's funny," Diaval mutters.

Destiny puts her broom down and dashes to the turnstiles, her ears flattened. Leonardo calms his boisterous laughter for long enough to notice her.

"Where are you going?" he asks, still giggling from their prolonged laughter.

She scowls. "I'm going to help him, unlike you guys. There has to be a reason the Dragons beat him."

"Yeah! Because he's Casey!" Michelangelo howls, rolling onto his shell and flailing his legs with laughter.

She shakes her head and hops over the gate. "Be back soon!"

Diaval scrambles to his feet, panic rising in his chest. "Wait up," he calls, tripping over a Kraang torso as he races after her.