"Yes, I had a pet turtle," picking up on the question before it was asked. He grinned slightly. "I found him when I was seven. Someone flushed him down a toilet when he was a baby."

Which meant that, yes, a seven year-old Raph had gone running with a little soggy baby turtle to his rat-dad and done the puppy-eyed 'Can I keep him? Pleeeease?'

"But I also had Sensei, too. Even if I didn't always realize it at the time." His face fell slightly. "But that always makes it easier. You know, finding people that understand you. And, I guess, learning to understand yourself. That's what he always helped me with. So maybe the feeling lost is normal but the getting unlost is too."