It's sunset over the farmhouse and Casey drapes his arm over April. The porch swing sways gently underneath them. In the fields the turtles train.
Casey and April remain seated for a time and listen to the swing's creak, content with each other's company. Happy for the silence. Well, not total silence. Splinter's voice annunciates from the fields.
"Again, my sons! Again! Very good, Leonardo."
"They sure are giving it their all," says April.
"Yeah," says Casey. "Wonder if after all this Raph will have the energy to tussle."
"What?" April catches him off guard. "Tussling with me isn't enough?"
