He kept swimming, paddling along with her clinging to him, finally staggering up a steep boat ramp onto the docks and collapsing in exhaustion the moment he was on dry land, legs still dangling in the water.

The kind of swim he'd dragged them both through could have killed many a rescue swimmer and it was only because of his turtle-ness and the fact he was a particularly impressive specimen of turtle that he'd gotten them to land.

The entire dock they were on was devoid of people and shrouded in fog, reducing the entire world to a dim grey, dulling all colors to something close to black and white. Far off in the distance, across the river, blinked city lights, the outlines of skyscrapers creating a particularly distinctive skyline.

Raph turned his head to look at it as he lay there. Then he sniffed the air, looking at the river.

"That's - the Hudson," he gasped out. He looked over at the city skyline, shrouded by fog. "And that's Manhattan."

He lifted his head up slightly to look around, before flopping it back against the ramp. "We're at the Red Hook Terminal. How the heck did we go from that to winding up in Brooklyn?"