Just a very short prologue to start off with and the next chapter will start things moving. I doubt anyone will find this scary but it is supposed to be a ghost story soo...

Disclaimer- Don't own Thunderbirds.

There was no darker time than a funeral. The Tracy brother's couldn't agree more as they trudged miserably through the muddy grounds splattering their polished shoes and crisp black trousers with dirt. They wound their way around the many tombstones in graveyard, following the coffin bearers closely. It was spitting with rain and the damp seemed to seep through their suits making the fabric cling uncomfortably to their skin

There something was something infinitely strange about watching your loved ones grieve Virgil concluded. Feeling their pain as clearly as your own yet failing to find the right words to say in comfort.

He couldn't bear to listen to what the priest was saying, rambling on about God's plan and how she was at God's side now, he never knew their mother, to him she nobody just another face in the crowd another life gone. He could never know of the hours they had spent together playing side by side on the piano humming the tunes as they played, the way she would cheer so loudly at Scott's games she would almost deafen those in a five feet radius. The nights she and John would curl up side by side under a blanket on the roof basking in the starlight.

She was their mother and now she was gone...

The priest rambled on but he couldn't hear properly, everything was muffled like he'd been submerged under water. He looked at each of his family's faces and for a group that varied so much in appearance it was unnerving to see the same hollow look in each of their eyes.

Scott stood stone faced holding Alan in a tight grip; the mite had only just stopped crying after a week of endless tears and tantrums. The flight home had been the worst Alan had screamed and screamed for his mother to the point another passenger had demand that their father shut him up. To which their father replied back rudely cursing the man out until the flight attendants had to intervene. The whole thing had just made Alan cry louder.

Jeff Tracy nerves had been completely shattered the moment he had identified his beloved wife in the mortuary, gone was the unflappable astronaut in his stead stood a broken man. Virgil doubted he'd ever forget the inhuman wail his father had let out seeing Lucile's frozen body.

Their grandmother was the only one openly crying sniffing and dabbing her eyes with a handkerchief, her other hand gently combing through Gordon's hair as he leaned into her side. His immediate younger brother's eyes never once left the coffin.

Before he knew it the coffin was being lowered and Virgil couldn't help noticing the cruel irony of burying someone who essentially had been already been buried, in a tomb of ice and snow.

The dirt was thrown on top of the coffin bit by bit landing with a thud which made him flinch.

He didn't know how long they stood there, or notice the small gathering of people disperse until only the remaining Tracys' were left.

"Boy's." Their fathers horse voice stated, gruff from misuse. "I found us a new place to live, we-we can't stay where we are any longer."

All they could really do was nod dumbly his words hadn't stunk in. Almost robotically they had packed up their things putting their whole lives as they knew it into cardboard boxes, packing them into a removal van.

It wasn't until they drove off their drive for the very last time it actually sunk in for Virgil, they weren't just moving house they were leaving behind the very memory of their mother and he could only watch numbly as all he knew got smaller and smaller.