It's just over the two hour mark when the sound of heavy coughing outside the suite announces the arrival of the last wayward brother. The front door bangs open with no other warning, and Raph stomps his way into the living room, sweaty and out of breath.

"Leo," he yells with far more gravel in his voice than usual, "I looked everywhere! You gotta get your butt out there and--."

He stops dead in the threshold of the kitchen, looking only mildly surprised to see everyone already sitting around the table with freakin' tea and sandwiches. Isn't that nice.

"Oh. Hi."

After literally running himself ragged combing every inch of the Water Sector, it's only Turtle Luck running true to form.