He had a point. Raph hated that he had a point but he had one. Maybe not a good one but it wasn't like there was anyone in sight. And the electricity seemed to still be working.

There were just some things they couldn't do. Ever. Because of what they were.

And alongside all the weird memories and anger that shouldn't have been, Raph was feeling other things. A strange...lightness, too. Like the longer he was in this place the more he was filling up with some kind of strange something.

Something good, though. Something that came all part and parcel with the strange and the bad. Something that made him want to indulge in something fun just a tiny little bit.

Raph looked to the right. He looked to the left. He looked around and listened.

Nothing.

"One ride. One short ride."