Tin-Tin lay sprawled on her family's bed, her daughter at her breast. Janna was suckling lazily, drifting into her afternoon doze. One of her little hands patted and pulled against her ear in her strange self soothing habit.

Tin-Tin stroked her hand over her daughter's perfect face, wondering to herself how she had gotten so big so quickly. Wasn't it yesterday that her fingers were as a delicate as a birds wing, with fingernails the size of a grain of rice? Now at a year old, she was a hearty little thing. She had been the most easy going baby, despite her rough start.

This bed was where her family knew true happiness. No matter how late or early Alan returned from a rescue, drained and miserable, he always sought the bed where his two ladies were sleeping. Tin-Tin loved that he never cared if Janna disturbed him, whether it was with a piercing scream for milk at 2am or kissing him on the nose to wake him up at 7am. Tin-Tin would ask him to change a diaper or run a bath and her wonderful husband would scoop up his daughter, singing to her and making her giggle.

Even Jeff seemed surprised by how adept Alan was as a father. He himself seemed smitten with his granddaughter. Once Tin-Tin walked in on him sitting at Janna's changing mat, trying to wrestle a diaper on her. Jeff smiled up at her and confessed, "You never would've got me changing the boys thirty years ago!" This earned him a sharp comment of agreement from Grandma Tracy.

Janna finally unlatched from the breast, rolling away from Tin-Tin to lie on her stomach. She started to snore.

Tin-Tin chuckled at the noise as she tucked a blanket around her daughter. She then checked her watch for the baby monitor feed and saw it was working nicely. She had a lot to thank Brains for, especially for such advanced surveillance that she could know what her daughter was up to from anywhere on the island.

She headed off to the kitchen to make a herself a pot of tea, which she would no doubt end up sharing with her father. Judging by the raised voices coming from the lounge, the rescue was still in full swing. The last she had heard was that Virgil, Alan and Gordon were finishing up transporting casualties to hospital.

As she fiddled with the teapot and cups, she overhead Jeff's voice say a few words that made her blood run cold. His deep voice carried easily through the walls.

"...Thunderbird Two looks to be beyond repair..."

Tea forgotten, Tin-Tin moved towards the lounge. She eased the door open a crack so she could look into the room. Her father and Grandma were standing side by side, backs towards her. In front of them, Jeff manned his desk as always. Brains was on his left, looking up at Scott's live video feed. Robert's feed from Thunderbird Five was also active.

"I-I-I could get out there with, uh, Tin-Tin to, uh, assess the damage personally," Brains observed.

Jeff looked up at him with haunted eyes, "That would be ideal, Brains, but that's not our priority right now. Thunderbird Two is currently under guard, Penny has seen to that herself. Thank God for her..."

Tin-Tin saw Jeff uncharacteristically lower his face into has hands.

"Father," Scott spoke tiredly from his portrait on the wall, "We're not needed here. They've put Virgil into a medically induced coma."

Tin-Tin heard Gordon pipe up from behind Scott, "I can stay with him."

Before Tin-Tin could address the myriad of emotions that flooded her thoughts, she saw Jeff rally himself.

"Brains, I want you to speak with Robert. Look through security footage of both Thunderbird One and Two. Get surveillance from the car park and the hospital where Virgil is. See if you can find out who took Alan and who shot that young man."

"Uh, yes, Mr Tracy."

Jeff turned to look at Robert's portrait, "How're you holding up, son?"

Robert, looking pale and anguished, shook his head, "No time for that. I'll get that command history for you, Brains. Someone opened Thunderbird Two before she took off."

Brains agreed they would discuss it more once he was in the lab. Robert's video feed changed back to his still portrait, painted by Virgil four years ago.

"Don't worry, Mr Tracy. We'll find Alan. If anyone were to have guardian spirits, it would be Virgil," said her father warmly.

Tin-Tin watched it all unfolding like she was watching a TV show. Or having an out of body experience. She wanted to believe that this wasn't her life. She must've fallen asleep with Janna, on the bed, as she had done many times before.

"No," she whispered.

She gently slid the door to the lounge closed, turning her back on the room.

She let her shaking hands continue the ritual of making the tea. Scott's voice drifted in from the lounge. As always he his commanding voice could not be blocked out, even if the words were too terrifying to comprehend.

"Father, the guy was shot point blank. I'd only spoken to him moments before"-

Tin-Tin added a splash of water to the pot to warm it.

"...but the blood on Alan's watch, it wasn't fresh. It must be his..."

She placed the jasmine pearl tea leaves into the pot before pouring in the boiling water.

"...whoever took him destroyed Thunderbird Two. They didn't intend to take it, they intended to kill..."

The jasmine pearl leaves opened up like flowers in bloom, their yellow essence blossoming into the water like smoke. She picked up the one of the delicate china teacups to place on the tray.

"...we have very little time, if it's not already too late..."

There was a sharp noise, a tinkling crack. Tin-Tin's gasp of surprise was just as quiet.

Her father was the first to open the door to the kitchen, Grandma and Jeff following at his dismayed sigh. Tin-Tin followed his gaze down towards her hand, realising she had crushed the teacup in her fist. It had broken into large shards and blood was dripping onto the floor.

"What a mess I've made," Tin-Tin said dreamily.

Her father moved towards her, his arms outstretched, offering her the wonderful comfort and safety she had known all her life.

Something that Janna had known, but would never remember.

"No..." Tin-Tin breathed as her father enfolded her, talking soothingly as she shook with terror, "No, not Alan, no..."