Victor sat there with his mouth open.  He slowly withdrew his hand from Jeff's grip.  He had a million questions all popping into his head at once and he didn't know where to start. Finally he settled on "What took you so long?"

Jeff not understanding what he meant just said, "Huh?"

"I was with Teresa for over a week.  Did you not know I went to Cumaguay? Why was I there, how did I get there? It sounds like the others were there when I got hurt.  Why didn't you look for me? You're International Rescue with all this fancy equipment.  But you couldn't find me?"  Victor started to ramble on, he couldn't stop the flow of questions. "If you had found me, then Teresa and Miguel would not have tried to tackle Jorge.  He would be mean to them, but they would still be alive." Victor was getting upset now as the stream of events started to fill out in his mind.

"Virgil, calm down, I can explain everything." Jeff tried to say quietly.

"Call me Victor!  I want to be known as Victor." he said harshly. "I'm not sure I can handle anymore information at the moment, please leave." And Victor turned away.

Jeff said softly, "I will be back tomorrow.  To let you know what really happened.  Hopefully you will be more receptive then."  He got up and left.

Victor watched Jeff leave the room.  He suddenly felt very angry without himself for the outburst.  Jeff was not supposed to be the punching bag for his emotions. Especially if what he said was true, that he was his father.  It seems the more he was finding out, the worse it was getting.  Maybe he will ask to speak to Dr. Homesworthy again.

Jeff sent for Scott to pick him up.  They couldn't use the private jets since they were International Rescue in the eyes of the hospital personnel.  He wished he could take the jet, but it would be too easy to trace the numbers back to Tracy Industries.  When Scott landed TB1 in the field, he got out and started walking towards the hospital.  But Jeff was already halfway to Scott.

"I want to see Virgil" Scott stated bluntly.

"No.  I broke the news to him that I'm his father and he didn't take it well.  Let it sink in.  This is all very traumatizing to him.  He has to take it slowly. I did not tell him that all of you are his brothers yet."  Jeff said solemnly. He could see Scott was ready to put up a fight, but to his surprise, Scott just looked down for a moment then went along with his father's wishes.

It was a very somber homecoming for Jeff at the Tracy household.  No one really knew how to deal with their emotions. Should they celebrate that they found Virgil alive? Should they be upset that it is not Virgil but Victor occupying Virgil's body?

Jeff's mother greeted her son. "Jeff, I think you should get some dinner then go straight to bed. You look terrible."

As he looked at his mother, he noticed that she did not look that terrific either. Her eyes were puffy from crying.

"I will, but I think we need to talk about this.  All of us, the events of the last few days.  Including going down to Cumaguay against my wishes." He said in a sterner voice than what he had previously been speaking.

Alan, ever on the defensive, yelled, "I said he was alive and I was right. Just because he has amnesia doesn't make him dead.  He will come out of it."

"Relax Alan. I am really not mad that you decided to search for your brother. I just wished you could have tried to convince me to go along with your harebrained idea." Jeff said.  Then he continued. "I told Virgil that I am his father and he didn't receive that very well. He still doesn't know you are all his brothers.  I am not sure how much to hit him with either.  I want to talk to Dr Homeworthy, but that would give away the fact that International Rescue is a family.  I'm not sure I am ready for that."

John, now without the head bandage, interrupted, "So does this mean International Rescue is not closed down for good?"

"Honestly, I hadn't given it much thought.  The secrecy is so ingrained that I automatically still worry about our identities.  What we have gone through the past several weeks has been devastating to our very souls. I am not sure about you, but I can ever go through that again." Jeff said slowly shaking his head. 

Scott added his thoughts. "I am not sure I can go through it again either, but I don't think now is a good time to discuss it.  Our emotions are raw, and we cannot think clearly while like this."

The other nodded their heads in agreement.

Alan asked, "So, do you think Virgil will come home to us?"

"I think so, he doesn't have anywhere else to go."

"Except maybe back to Cumaguay." Gordon added.

Alan looked at his brother, "Do you really think he would go back there?  Especially since Teresa and Miguel are gone?"

Gordon shook his head no, "uh, uh.  I don't think so."

Jeff continued on, "Right now he still wants to be called Victor. And until he is ready, I think we should."

"Blech!" Alan said, "He sounds like a Russian weightlifter."

That comment got several chuckles all around. 

Grandma spoke for the first time, "Well, maybe if I fix his favorite foods, something will trickle into that thick brain of his."

"One thing I think we would need to do is after we reintroduce him to the layout of the house is to leave him be.  We can't moddycoddle him.  Yes, Mom, it would be ok to fix his favorite foods, but not every day.  We can't offer to do his laundry, keep him entertained or anything like that.  I don't think I am willing to show him the TB hangers yet, either.  In case the Virgil we know never returns.

Jeff looked around at his sons.  They all looked drawn and tired.  They have all lost a lot of weight.  It was then that he noticed just how thin John was.  He was always of slender build but between the mourning and the Cumaguay ordeal, he lost weight that he did not have to spare.  "John, will you please go eat something fattening."

John started at that request. He never really thought about his weight.  "Uh, ok.  If you want I can have a milkshake before I go to bed tonight. That should add about an ounce to my weight." He said with a smile.

Jeff concluded the meeting. "I think it is time we all go to bed.  I will be heading back to the hospital tomorrow morning.  I want to be alone with Virgil again." 

Alan interrupted, "shouldn't we start practicing and call him Victor?"

"You're right. I will be visiting Victor tomorrow.  I am going to see how receptive he is to getting more news about his life before Cumaguay.  He will probably be in the hospital a few more days, he needs to do some physical therapy on his knee before they will discharge him.  I am thinking the doctors might let him go by Friday."