Hope was finally back in New York. It felt like she was really home. The past week had been horrendous for her. Everything had been a complete blur. Now all she knew was that she was home and she could be back with her boys.
In the time that she'd been away and been with Orson, he'd convinced her to start wearing make-up, she wasn't so sure of it; it made her face feel heavy. She was also wearing more "grown up" clothes, which she wasn't thrilled about, but it pleased Orson and he did tell her she looked beautiful.
Orson had walked her to her door. Well, her old apartment door. As she'd been living in the sewers with mutant turtles the past 3 years she couldn't exactly have her boyfriend walk her to a manhole cover.
"You could stay at mine tonight, if you like?" asked Orson, kissing her neck.
"Thanks, but I'll be okay on my own." She lied. The truth was, she wanted to see her boys, and patch things up with Donatello.
"Okay, you know where I am if you change your mind."
He kissed her sweetly and turned away.
Hope immediately pulled out her phone to tell the turtles that she was almost home.