Scott was worried about his father.  Jeff was so despondent.  To undergo the trauma of losing a son, then the shock of finding him alive, but then to only find out that it is just a shell of that son was taking a harsh toll on Jeff's normally stoic emotional base.  Virgil has rejected them the times that they wanted to see him.  They were very concerned when they found that Teresa had died and wanted so much to comfort Virgil and to let him know that his family was 100% behind him.  They had all gone through hell when he 'died', came back from hell when they found him alive, and now are returning to hell since he's not the Virgil they knew and loved.

Although the visiting hours were over, the Tracy men were still at the hospital.  Dr. Homesworthy stopped by the lounge where they were staying.

He looked to Jeff, "Are you Virgil's boss?"

Jeff nodded yes.

"Well, I cannot give you a lot of information due to doctor/patient confidentiality.  But I would like to let you know that I have reassured him on several aspects of what victims of amnesia go through.  If I were you, I would try approaching him again."

With that small bit of information Jeff's face brightened a bit, "Thanks Doc."

As the doctor walked away, he thought to himself, 'I would bet they are more than just coworkers."

Victor was trying hard to open his eyes, but they just didn't work.  He throat was sore and dry. As he tried to move, a gentle hand was placed on his shoulder, "Victor, relax, you came through surgery with flying colors.  Your knee should heal at 100% or close to it."  The nurse knowing what all surgical patients feel when just coming out of anesthesia continued, "Your throat is sore due to the tube that we placed down it.  When you wake up a little more, I will give you ice to suck on to help with the dryness.  And for a few more minutes your eyelids will feel like they have lead weights attached to them.  Nod if you understand."

Victor nodded yes. Then he heard, "He's coming out of it.  Ok to bring him back to his room."  Then he felt like he was floating around the room as the gurney was pushed out of recovery, into the hallway and eventually into the elevator. He woke up when the gurney came to a halt. He didn't remember falling back asleep, nor did he remember the elevator ride.  Then he heard, "Ok Mr. Victor, try to scoot over onto your bed as we support your leg."  He tried hard to pry his eyes open.  He squinted at the bright light and saw several people around him, preparing to move him from the gurney to the bed. "Ready?  On three, 1…2…3" and he slid across from one bed to the other.  He lifted his head and tried to keep his eyes open, but was not being successful.  His brain was waking up, but his eyes just didn't want to function yet.  All but one person left.  The nurse came over and asked, "Would you like a chip of ice to suck on?"

Victor nodded yes.  He accepted the spoon with the ice chip on it readily and was enjoying the cool wetness of it.  It took a minute before he realized that the spoon came from his left side and the nurse was still standing on his right. This time, his eyes opened a little bit easier and he saw the gray haired gentleman that everyone referred to as Jeff.

"Thanks" he croaked.

Jeff said, "We're here if you need anything.  Do you mind us staying?"

Victor just shook his head no.  His mouth was still too dry to talk much and he was still under too much influence of the anesthesia.  He fell asleep.

Jeff turned to the nurse and got the details of the surgery.  They had long ago given the hospital written permission to give anyone of International Rescue any and all medical information requested and to be able to give medical permission as well for any kind of emergency surgery where the patient couldn't respond for himself. 

Victor would sleep for several more hours. The nurse predicted that due to the anesthesia, his past physical traumas and his emotional problems with amnesia, that he would most probably sleep most of the day.  Jeff just said, "thank you."

He had sent the other boys home for a while.  They needed sleep, and to freshen up. They were after all in Cumaguay a lot longer than he was.  Also, they could give everyone else at home a rundown on the situation.  The others did not go to the hospital since the Tracy's were there as IR.  They begrudgingly accepted that and just waited for news about Virgil.

  Virgil woke late in the evening.  His dinner once again was cold. "Hmmmm," he thought to himself, "the only thing worse than cold mashed potatoes is cold sticky noodles and sauce."  He looked over to the chair by the window and saw Jeff with his chin on his chest.  Slow deep breaths indicated he was sleeping.  Victor felt uncomfortable around him.  He now understood why he was lashing out at this man and decided to be more civil.  But for some reason he just couldn't open up.  However seeing how he has no place to go when his leg heals, he decided to take the man up on his offer to bring him home to his house.  If this guy is his employer, then he should know about his family.  (Jeff, nor any of his brothers, indicated they were family because up to this point everyone around them had seen them as International Rescue.).  When Jeff wakes up, he has a plethora of questions that he wants to ask.

He played with his dinner for a while.  The cold glob just didn't hold any appeal.  He then looked down at his right knee.  It was lightly bandaged as the work was performed microscopically, but it still looked the size of a football. He tried to flex it a little and instantly regretted doing that.  "Ow!" he said softly.  But it was loud enough to wake up Jeff.

"How are you feeling, son?" he asked.

"I wish you'd stop calling me that." Victor replied non-confrontationally. "Speaking of family, I assume that since I am in your employ you know my family? Don't I have any? If I do, why haven't they shown up by now, I've been in this hospital for 3 days. Is your organization so secret that my family doesn't even know? I could use with a few answers."  Victor was trying to sound polite and not angry.  He just wanted to start finding out some answers. Jeff got up and closed the door, which generally stays open unless the patient needs privacy.  He then pulled the chair up to right next to the bed so that Jeff could speak softly.

"Virg, uh…. Victor, no matter what you end up deciding to do with the rest of your life, what I am about to tell you now, stays between us.  If you can't make that solemn promise then I'm afraid I cannot answer many of your questions."

Victor thought about what Jeff just said.  He hesitated a moment then asked, "Is any of this illegal?"

Jeff shook his head no.

"Immoral?"

Jeff again shook his head no.

Victor looked down at his hands and noticed he was clenching the covers of his bed.

He looked back at Jeff, "If there is nothing illegal or wrong, why is International Rescue so secretive?"

Jeff could answer this without revealing too much. "We have incredible technology.  More advanced than any government.  If it ever got into the wrong hands……" he just trailed off and let Virgil's mind finish the sentence.

"Ok" Virgil said almost inaudibly. I promise to keep whatever I learn here today a secret."

Jeff took hold of Virgil's hand, "I'm your father."