“So…Do you guy’s, have parents.” Casey hadn’t thought twice about Raph being a turtle the first time they’d met, but now there were a few things that he wanted to know.

“Master Splinter’s our Father.” Leo answered easily.

“I mean you real parents. You gotta have a mom or something?” Casey pushed.

“No, we don’t.” Raph grunted.

The other turtles froze, sharing an awkward silence; it was something they’d all talked about before.

“Our real parents are probably someone’s pets somewhere.” Donnie’s voice was quiet; laced with a sadness that all his brothers shared. “We’ll probably never know about them.”