A/N: Big thanks to killhill2003, Winchester-Dream, kazza, Thunderbird-Shrapnel, nikki-browneyes, shk3n, n07 s71r3d and Lozzie for my reviews...I'm running outta things to say but you know how wowed I am by now, don't ya? As always, huge, huge thanks...so nice to find some kind people! And Lozzie - Maybe you need to get in touch with my buddy and have a Gordon bashing session! LOL, cracks me up!

And seriously, how cute is Dominic Colenso? I cut up my Sugar Puff box just for him...sigh! I -need- to have Thunderbirds on DVD soon!

And am now about to rebiew some fics..yay!

"Oh my God," Sophia muttered herself. "Oh my God."

Sophia had absolutely no clue where she was going. She crept along halls and down stairs and still hadn't found anywhere that even remotely looked like an exit. It was just halls, doors and staircases everywhere she turned.

Sophia wasn't enjoying her escape artist routine as much as she hoped she would. Truth be told, it was difficult and scary.

"Where am I?" Sophia said to herself, creeping up some more stairs. Then she noticed the carpet. It was red.

It seemed she'd just come back on herself. The horrible red carpet stared up at her underneath the scuffed mahogany wall panelling and gaudy looking wallpaper which adorned most of the walls.

Sure enough, there were the bookcases, lining the walls contently.

"Bugger," Sophia hissed, tucking her hair behind her ear annoyedly. She went to turn but froze as she heard a door start to creak open. Sophia willed herself to run but she couldn't.

The door opened and all Sophia could do was watch and wait as bloody Harry appeared, wiping the dry blood from his mouth.

He didn't see Sophia at first but her bright yellow dress made her easy to spot.

"Hey!" Harry cried. "Hey, did you punch me just now?"

"No," Sophia lied uneasily, backing away from him slightly but was stopped by the bookshelf which wobbled menacingly. "Not me Harry, like I would punch you."

"Get in here," Harry said miserably, still rubbing his jaw. "Now."

"Can't do that Harry," Sophia replied quickly. "Argh!"

Harry, in his wisdom had lunged for Sophia, noticing she was backing away. Sophia had jumped back causing the bookshelf to crack off it's brackets and tumble its books everywhere.

Dust and pages scattered over the pair as a particularly heavy book hit Sophia square on the shoulder, causing her knees to buckle under the pain.

"Get off me Harry," Sophia cried, attempting to throw books at him but only managing to tear out pages and throw. He held onto her wrist tightly, pulling her down on the floor.

"Stop – Stop it! Stop throwing bloody pages at me," Harry shouted, trying to clear his vision but every time he moved, more books shifted on his legs and Sophia was burying him under small pieces of paper whilst kicking at the same time.

Sophia picked up the nearest book and whacked Harry as hard as she could with it on the shoulder then the back of his head.

Scrambling away from him as he recoiled in pain, Sophia shot up and ran for it as fast as she could. She hurried round corners, steadying herself on walls as she went and looking behind her for Harry or anyone. Surely someone heard that noise and commotion?

Her bare feet pounded on the carpet, making hollow sounding thumps as she ran wildly, her hair flailing behind her and her dress sticking around her legs. Her chest was already burning from lack of oxygen but she carried on, hoping for a way out, a sign, anything.

"Please," Sophia whispered desperately to herself, turning a corner and closing her eyes tight. "Plea-argh!"

Sophia snapped open her eyes. She had ran straight into someone. Please not Harry or The Hood or anyone, she pleaded to herself.

It was Scott.

"Oh Scott! Oh my God – SCOTT!" Sophia cried, happiness overwhelming her as she threw her arms around him, in all his big smiley, blonde haired glory. Scott meant Thunderbirds. Thunderbirds meant Virgil.

"Hey! Are you ok?" Scott said, holding her at arms length. "You look quite worse for wear."

"Oh Scott, I'm being chased, we have to go now. Where is everyone else?" Sophia said quickly, ignoring his question and looking over his shoulder.

"We split up, come on, let's get out of here," Scott said, using his authority voice that reminded Sophia strongly of Jeff. Scott took her hand and began double backing on himself.

"The others are around here...Ssh! Do you hear something?" Scott began but hushed himself. He turned to Sophia with a finger to his lips, his eyes narrowed and listening intently.

Sophia turned her head to listen better. It sounded like footsteps that were getting closer and closer and some very well spoken insults. Penelope.

"Quick!" Scott said, yanking Sophia backwards as he opened the closest door to them and dragged them both inside, shutting it just as quick and quietly bar a tiny crack.

Sophia stooped down and peeped through the crack underneath where Scott was looking.

Penelope and Parker were being man handled through the hall with neither of them going without a fight by three very heavy looking men.

"Pen," Sophia whispered as they passed the door where they were hiding. She stood up slowly and looked at Scott using the light streaming through the crack in the door. "They have Virgil, don't they? They have everyone but us."

In the stripe of light, Sophia watched Scott turn stony faced and turn his eyes to the floor.

It was up to them now.