I'll never forget the night we left New York City. The Kraang defeated us. Leo got badly hurt. Master Splinter is. Gone. We lost. We had nowhere left to go. So we came to the old farmhouse I grew up in, miles away from the city; a place we could all be safe in. The first thing we did was take care of poor Leonardo.

"This will keep him hydrated, help him heal faster," Donnie said, distraught after his brothers and him put Leo in the tub.

Raphael keeps a constant vigil over Leo, waiting for him to wake up.

Michelangelo goofs around a lot, but he does a ton of chores around the house.

Mikey hummed "Old MacDonald had a farm" as he gave the chickens their food. But the chickens wanted more.

"Back off, chickens. That's all I got. Easy, easy," he insisted but then screamed, "Help! Aah!" as the chickens chased him back to the farmhouse.

But mostly, he goofs around a lot.

Donatello built a lab in the barn, trying to create a mutagenic medicine to heal Leo.

"One last drop, and I think I've done it," Donnie replied but screamed when it blew up in his face.

Casey laughed then got back to work on the beat up old truck.

"This baby's gonna need a lot of work," he said until the truck fell on him.

Donnie laughed like Casey did a few seconds ago to mock him.

And then there's me, April O'Neil. I spend most of my time training with the Turtles and writing in my ever expanding journal. I miss New York, my Sensei, my dad. Hopefully Leo will recover, and we can all go home soon, if there's even a home to go back to. But life, as Master Splinter would say, must continue on.

April got up from the swing with her notebook and pencil in hand and went to train.

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A/N Things look pretty rough for the team right now. But we know it'll get better.