Scott returned with a huge mug of black coffee. He sat down preparing for a long vigil. He looked at his brother and noticed that once again he had broken out in a sheen of sweat. But unlike earlier, he was quiet. Nothing looked disturbed.

Jeff showed up at 8 am. "Scott" he whispered.

Scott, who had stayed awake those several long hours, willed his weighted eyes to look up at his father.

Jeff asked, "Any new development?"

Scott just shook his head no.

"Come, let's get some quick breakfast."

"What about Victor, here?"

Jeff was rebuked by the sound of Victor's name. But then he remembered telling Scott that Virgil may remember one name but not the other. He just shook his head, he doesn't think he will ever get used to that name.

"Victor has been out for this long, I don't think we will miss anything for 10 minutes. Grandma has breakfast all ready. In fact, pick what you want, and bring it back down here if you'd like." Jeff offered.

"Thanks, I think I will do that." Scott took one last look at his younger brother and left with his father to get some breakfast and to refill his mug.

Minutes later.

"My name is Virgil" wafted out of the sickroom. But no one heard it.

Scott was helping himself to a couple of soft-boiled eggs, Canadian bacon, and hash browns. He was in the process of balancing the utensils, plate of food and coffee mug for his trip back to sickbay when he heard, "My name is Virgil."

The others were out in the dinning room and could not hear anything but the sound of crashing kitchen items. The plate of food, utensils and coffee shattered on the ground as Scott turned around and saw Virgil standing in the doorway to the kitchen supported by his crutches.

"Scott?" Jeff called concerned, "Everything alright?"

He stood up instantly when he didn't receive an answer.

The other Tracy brothers also were on their feet a moment later.

Jeff bounded into the kitchen and stopped cold. "Victor! You're awake, how are you feeling? Are you ok, you took a nasty fall yesterday."

Virgil stood there quietly. Before Scott could say anything, the young man spoke again. "My name is Virgil."

Grandma who had just reached the doorway heard that. She let out a cry and clasped her hands together. Gordon rushed to her side as she swooned. He ushered her to the nearest kitchen chair, then looked back up at his brother.

"SON! Do you remember everything?" Jeff exclaimed.

Virgil just shook his head no. "Not everything. I remember my name. And I remember you, father. Everything else is still a fuzzy wad of cotton in my brain."

Scott, sounding disappointed, said, "You don't remember me?"

Virgil looked at him, a little bleary-eyed. "Actually I do. I remember you owe me some payback time for taking Tracy Industry office duty for you." He said with a wry smile.

Jeff, elation showing on his face, "Virgil, let's get you back to sickbay. You need to rest. Hopefully now your memory will start to return in leaps and bounds."

As he was settling back into bed, Virgil asked his father, "How long ago was Cumaquay, when I disappeared?"

"It's going on four weeks now, son." Jeff said then waited. When he didn't hear the backlash that he had been receiving for the several weeks, he said, "It felt good to call you that."

Virgil nodded, slowly succumbing to sleep. But before he did, he asked, "What happened while I was gone?"

Gordon spoke up on this one, "We were having a Funeral for a Brother."