Because he still couldn't use his leg, Victor was strapped to the bed in the sickbay of TB1 for the ride 'home'. Home, that sounded like it was supposed to be a good thing, a wonderful thing, but he was scared to death. This was his supposed family he was going home to. Jeff had returned the next morning to visit him. Victor had decided to be more civil to this man who was calling him father. He could after all really be his father. He wondered where his mother was during all this. Jeff didn't say. But he held a poker face when Jeff told him that the 4 men dressed in black were all his brothers. Inside he could feel fear, anger, hope, depression, elation and a whole mess of emotions swirling around. He tried his best to keep them all in check and ended up showing no emotion at all.

Jeff, at the last minute decided that he would pilot TB1 to pick up Virgil. Scott protested, but Jeff reminded him that to date, the only person Virgil was talking to was Jeff. Besides, he couldn't tell what kind of reaction Virgil had to the news that all four men in the uniforms were his brothers. He told Scott afterwards that he remained completely emotionless. He was hoping that it was due to overload. He also felt that Virgil would be more comfortable being alone in the sickbay instead of surround by 'strangers'.

He was lost in his own thoughts as he headed back to Tracy Island. He kept trying to think of what Virgil must be feeling about now. He knows that his grief must be unbearable, he knew that from his own experience. But he couldn't fathom what he must be feeling being completely dependent on a bunch of strangers. He didn't have any baseline for his thoughts, for his life, no idea of home, nothing but emptiness. A vast void in his mind.

Although he wasn't being forceful about it, he still wanted to be referred to as Victor. Jeff had passed this along to everyone on Tracy Island. It was going to be difficult to remember when they had been referring to him for close to 30 years as one name and now suddenly have to switch to another. Jeff also told the boys to not overload him with memories. He needs to do it at his own pace.

One thing he did notice, Virgil did not seem awed by TB1, as if he had always been in a ship like this. He was hoping that was a good sign.

As Jeff approached the island, he called for permission to land. Scott was manning the com. Everyone was trying hard to act natural, but they didn't know exactly what that was and ended up looking like a bunch of lost kids wandering aimlessly around the house. Or as Captain Kirk said in that classic old Star Trek movie Voyage Home, "Like a bunch of cadets on a parade ground."

"Remember, we will both be coming in through the guest entrance." Jeff told Scott. Then as an afterthought, "Tell Gordon and Alan to go for a swim. I don't want them gawking at Virgil."

"Sure thing, dad."

The guest door to the lounge opened up and a thin young man gingerly entered using a pair of crutches. He looked around obviously uncomfortable. Jeff followed right behind him closing the secret passage. Scott was seated behind Jeff's desk. He got up and held out his hand to Virgil. "Hi Victor. Welcome" as if he were a guest. Victor shook his hand, and the puzzled look on his face told Scott that he needed to introduce himself. He felt awkward telling the brother he was closest to his name. "My name is Scott."

"Hi, Scott."

Grandma was the next to come into the room. She clasped her hands together, "VIRGIL! It is so good to see you home!"

He had an odd look to his face, as he really didn't know how to respond to this older woman calling him Virgil. He knows that is what his name is supposed to be, but he is still not comfortable with it.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I heard you prefer Victor. Well you can call me Grandma, you always have."

Victor looked to Jeff feeling uncomfortable. Jeff understanding said, "She's my mother, your grandmother. If you are not comfortable calling her Grandma, you can call her Mrs. Tracy."

"Thanks" he said quietly. "Hello Mrs. Tracy." Then turning to Jeff, "Can I go to my room now?"

Jeff nodded, "Scott? Show him around for the basics. Kitchen, den, doors to the outside, his room, clothes and bath."

"C'mon, Victor, I'll give you the quick tour."

Jeff's mother looked on as they left. "He is so thin, his clothes just hang on him."

He knew that the comment was superficial, and that his mother couldn't bring herself to comment on the fact that she was Mrs. Tracy to her grandson.

The first meal was awkward. Grandma and Kirano both collaborated to try and fix a meal that Virgil would always remember. They knew he loved the sauerbraten from a little German restaurant in the village of Braun. Kyrano used his 'influence' to get their recipe and they have had a roast marinating for 5 days in preparation for his homecoming. They had all the German fixings that go with it. There were oooo's and ahhhhh's from all around, but Virgil just picked at his food and pushed it around his plate.

Virgil looked to Jeff, "May I be excused?"

Jeff wanted so badly to say, 'but this is one of your favorite meals, we still have a decadent chocolate cake with 7 minute frosting for dessert. Don't you remember?' He wanted to scream it to Virgil. But instead he just nodded yes and Victor hobbled back to his room.

He stood on the balcony of his room overlooking this pacific paradise. If everything were true, that this was his home and these people were his family, he should be embracing it, elated beyond belief. So why was he so depressed? Why did he not feel comfortable with these people? They obviously are very caring. Why was he so fearful? He decided that he should probably see more of Dr. Homesworthy. If he couldn't help bring back his memory, maybe at least he could help him feel more comfortable with his new life.

As the sun started to set and the brilliant hues ran from pale yellow to deep purple, his mind wandered to Teresa. His heart ached. The memories were shattered by a knock on the door. "It's open" he called over his shoulders.

Scott entered and walked out onto the balcony next to his brother. "Just wondering if everything's alright" he began.

Victor looked at Scott a bit annoyed. "No, everything is not alright. I have no idea where I am, who you are, who any of you are. I lost the two people I had become attached too, and I don't feel like I belong here."

Scott stuttered, "I, uh, I didn't mean…."

Victor said, "It's ok. I'm sorry I snapped at you. It's just that……" and he left the sentence unfinished.

"It's just what?" asked Scott.

"It's just that I have nothing to help relieve all this stress. When you are under stress, do you think of the terrific date you had last night, or maybe the vacation you're gonna start tomorrow, or do you get excited about planning an adventure? Do you dive into a favorite hobby? When you're tired, do you think 'I can't wait to get home to a hot shower and my own bed?' I don't have that. None of that and it's driving me nuts."

"You have us! This is your home. That is your baby grand piano in the lounge. You do have hobbies that you look forward to. That is your bed!" Scott said getting exasperated.

"You don't get it. It doesn't feel like my bed, my house, my ….piano?" He thought for a moment, then continued on. "I don't remember this stuff being mine."

Scott caught Virgil's reaction to the piano. "Would you like to go to the piano?"

Victor looked out at the darkening skies, the last of the violet hues disappearing. "Would anybody mind?"

"Mind? HA! You playing is the highlight of some of our days. You are a superb player." Scott started to feel a little excitement at the idea that maybe his music might bring him around.

Scott and Victor sat down at the piano. Victor placed a finger on the keys and pushed on 'A' sending out a clear crisp note.

He placed all of his fingers on different keys…………….