The ride to the hospital was somber. Jeff, still half in the throws of mourning Virgil, was now succumbing to the shock of seeing him. He was beginning to feel the joy of finding Virgil, but also upset that Virgil was not Virgil. He was someone called Victor.

Virgil had shown no signs of recognizing anyone. He actually seemed defensive towards them. He stayed away from all of the Tracy's while they cleaned up after the fight. Before any of them left, every one of them had gone over to Virgil hoping that maybe they could jolt some recognition from him. Gordon tried some of his jokes, John tried the "poor me, I'm wounded and you always worry about any of us who are hurt", Alan tried to anger him by saying he was just faking it and received a stern look from his father for it. Scott, who has the closest bond with Virgil talked about how they saved each other's lives in a number of ways. When he failed, Jeff went over and called him 'son'. Virgil lashed out yelling, "Don't call me 'son'!" That was when Jeff told all the others to leave him alone for the time being. They still hadn't told him that they were family. But due to earlier reports from Miguel and Teresa, Victor did know that he had worked for this group.

Now in TB1 he just sat with the woman, holding her, comforting her and periodically looking over to the body bag containing that of a boy who had been on the edge of manhood.

Jeff was worried not only about the amnesia but also about his physical condition. He doesn't remember ever seeing any of his boys so badly banged up. He can't begin to image all that Virgil had been through since he went missing. He sighed and left the small sick bay of TB1 and headed up to the cockpit where Scott was piloting Thunderbird 1 and John was sitting in one of the extra seats. He was flying them to the Auckland hospital that had taken care of them so many times before. The personnel of the hospital do not know their last name, they just know them as International Rescue. They have worked on Virgil before and have his records. So he will become a patient of theirs once again as the IR operative Virgil, not as Virgil Tracy.

Scott got clearance and landed TB1 in the field, which is now the common landing area for TB1 or TB2. The hospital staff brought out three gurneys; one for Teresa, one for Miguel and one for Victor. He fought the idea of being brought into the hospital on a gurney, but when he knee failed to support his weight, he succumbed to taking a ride.

"Well, he hasn't changed in that respect." Scott said, "He still hates being coddled."

After waiting for almost 2 hours, Dr. Caneck came into the waiting room and spoke with Jeff and Scott. "What is the name of the woman?"

"Teresa is all we know." Scott answered.

"She is not doing well at all. She was pretty badly beaten up. She has some serious internal injuries."

"I didn't know that. She looked like she was hit pretty hard, but she didn't lead on that she was hurting that seriously." Scott volunteered.

"Add the seriousness of the injuries with the loss of that young man……her son, I presume?"

Scott nodded yes.

"I don't think she will make it. The odds are against it. The biggest problem isn't her injuries but her lack of will to live. People can survive what she has gone through, but they have to want to survive. She just doesn't want to. And with these injuries she needs to fight to stay alive." The doctor explained.

"And what about Virgil?" Jeff asked.

"Ah yes, he's your man, isn't he?" The doctor asked.

Jeff nodded yes.

"He has a lot of problems. Nothing life threatening, but the most obvious is his amnesia. It is quite severe, he remembers nothing of his past. Not even seeing familiar faces, objects or the shock of the attack you talk about has snapped him out of it. Familiar items or shock are the two biggest cures for amnesia. I don't want to alarm you but he could forever remain like this."

Jeff remained quiet for a moment while he digested that bit of news, then asked, "What about his physical injuries?"

"The worst of them right now seems to be his knee. It's shot. He will need surgery to repair all the ligaments, tendons and cartilage. He can't use it until we operate, it just will not support his weight. He is pretty scarred up, but who ever tended him, was it that woman? Seems to have done a good job of fixing him up. He has the remnants of a very severe arm wound, which is healing. Did you know he was shot recently? He has a fresh wound through the muscle of his back that controls shoulder movement. A few stitches there will take care of that. It only seems to have affected the muscle and no other tissue. He also has two broken ribs that have started to heal just fine. Two of the wounds on his back, one on his buttocks and one on his upper thigh seemed to be the only open wounds left. But they are healing well too. She did a good job of nursing him. Physically he will heal. It is the mental and emotional scars that are worrying me. A lot."

That last phrase was like a gunshot to Jeff. Doctors usually try to sound a little upbeat.

"When can we see him?"

"He is being transported up to a private room right now. Check with the nurse to see which room he is in. The woman is going to ICU."

"Thanks Doctor."

Scott and Jeff entered room 404 and saw Virgil lying with his eyes closed. His bad leg was raised and resting on several pillows. He wore several patches about his body on the still open wounds and there was a fresh wrap on his left arm. Jeff studied him and thought he lost a lot of weight. Scott thought the same thing. Before either of them could speak, they were approached from behind. Jeff turned when he was tapped on the shoulder. John stood there with a bandage around his head. "How are you feeling, son?" Jeff asked, suddenly feeling guilty that he has all but ignored his fair-haired son.

"I'm ok dad, it was only a graze. In fact they said it doesn't even need stitches. They just want to keep it wrapped a few days to keep it clean. They gave me some prescription painkillers and they are doing the trick. I hardly have any headache at all."

Then looking to Virgil, "How's he doing?"

"We haven't spoken to him yet."

Then without warning, with his eyes still close, Victor spoke, "I'm not deaf, you know. I can hear you. What do you want?"

The tone in Virgil's voice stung like a knife in Jeff's heart. "We are worried about you son."

"Don't call me son!" He snapped. He opened his eyes and studied the three men standing in front of him. "Listen, I don't know who you guys are. All I know is that Miguel brought you in to help us at the last minute. I have no idea where he found you. Now he is dead, Jorge is dead, I don't need you anymore. But thanks for the ride to the hospital. Now if you don't mind, I need my rest." Victor closed his eyes.