Splinter POV,
My sons they were fairly late coming home from a spying mission.I walk threw the home wondering what could have gone wrong did I not prepare them correctly or are they died?Please ancestors please do not let my sons pass on tonight!I hear faint foot steps entering the lair.I see my sons with failure plastered on there facesI walk up and say "come my sons let's rest and drink some cooling tea ."Raph then says "sensi I want to just go rest in my room."