John stretched himself after a few hours of writing. He was, as usual, alone on Thunderbird Five. It was now ten o'clock in the evening, though that wasn't noticable in space.

John looked at the paper in front om him and smiled a bit sadly. He wanted to write these thoughts down for months and now he finally got himself to write it in his diary. Keeping a diary would seem childish, but it helps him from getting crazy after being alone for a week or two.

John looked around him to make sure he was alone.

Of course I'm alone! He thought. He cleared his throat and began to read his writing out loud.

Dear Diary,

All my brothers and my father see the "Tracy Pride" as a gift. I see that diffrent though. Of course it has helped us on many missions. For example the time that Alan ran back into a collapsing building to safe a woman that was trapped when there was an earthquake. But there are times I see my brothers suffering because of it. Here are the most worst examples: