Caroline was ready when the plane landed in the hangar. She and Joseph leaped out of the cockpit. Syndrome was waiting anxiously, but when he saw them he relaxed and smiled. "Any problems with the flight?" he asked them.

Caroline took a deep breath. "Dad...the Incredibles have been recaptured. They're in the cargo hold."

Syndrome blinked in surprise. "Why?"

Jacob spoke up. "'Cause you don't get the same satisfaction from letting them blow up than you do from blowing 'em up yourself. That's what you always said, anyway."

Syndrome nodded slowly. "Yes...yes, you're right. They're handcuffed, I take it?"

Caroline started to answer, but a squad of guards burst in just then. One stepped forward and saluted Syndrome. "Pi Squad returning, Sir! Invader captured!"

Syndrome turned toward the squad captain, briefly distracted from his daughter. "Well, leave it here and GO!"

The squad saluted and departed, leaving behind them a bedraggled-looking lump. Syndrome walked over and nudged it with his foot. "Get up," he snarled.

To his surprise, the lump grabbed his foot and pulled him to the floor. "Oof!"

The person stood up. "Don't you kick me, Budrich Pine. You know full well I won't stand for that."

The person looked straight at Caroline, whose eyes widened. It couldn't it? "You. What's your name? I ought to know you, but..." The person glared suspiciously at Syndrome, who was still struggling to his feet. "He didn't remarry, did he?Since his first marriage isn't over yet..."

Caroline shook her head. "N-no...I-I'm his daughter."

The person blinked and threw back a hood, revealing said person to be a woman with bedraggled gold hair, raggedly growing around the shoulders. "Caroline?"

And then Caroline recognized her, knew she'd been right. She grinned. "Mom?"

Syndrome gaped from the floor. "Hold up...what? Austin? You're alive!"

Jacob took a step closer to Caroline. "Caro? Is this your mom?"

Caroline nodded. "Jacob, this is my mother. Mom, this is Jacob Parr. He was...um...well, Dad kidnapped him about ten years ago and has been raising him as a son."

Austin blinked. "Ten years? How long have I been living out here by myself."

"Fifteen years...but why?" Caroline asked. She and Jacob exchanged a small glance; their plan had officially gone out the window.

"Crashed," Austin said off-handedly. Then she suddenly grinned. "Caroline, you've grown up so much! Have you grown into your powers yet?"

"Into her what?" Syndrome yelped.

Caroline nodded. "Wind and flame. Wind meaning weather."

"'Atta girl," her mother approved, ignoring Syndrome, who was gasping like a flounder out of water. Then she looked around. "Say, I've been trapped here for fifteen years. What say we go for a short flight somewhere?"

This was too much of a coincidence. "Well...sure." On sudden inspiration, Caroline said, "Let's all go. Come on, Dad. We'll take Bessy May."

"Oh...uh..." Syndrome began, but Jacob grabbed his hand and dragged him onto the plane.

"I hope you know what you're doing," Jacob muttered as he slid into the copilot seat.

"So do I," Caroline said fervently.

Five minutes later, they were in the air. Austin, who hadn't been off the ground in fifteen years, came up into the cockpit. "So, where are we going?" she asked eagerly.

Caroline typed in a set of coordinates and set the autopilot. "You'll see when we get there."

Austin grinned. Caroline and Jacob came into the back with her mother, and the four of them sat to talk.

"So how is your aunt, Caroline?" Austin asked her. "Your Aunt Helen, you know. I haven't seen her in about twenty-five years."

"She's fine," Caroline said brightly, please at the way things were playing out. "She misses you a lot."

"But I think she'd like to tell you herself," Jacob added. He opened the door to the cargo bay. Jacob's parents and siblings stepped into the cockpit. Syndrome made a noise like a choking duck.

"If you'll hold on a minute..." Helen said pleasantly. Bob took two steps, grabbed Syndrome, and tossed him unceremoniously into the cargo bay. His shrieks of rage could still be heard as Helen shut the door.

"He can't get out of there," Caroline assured him. "I'm one hundred percent positive that it's totally secured."

"And Dad couldn't get out," Dash added. "So neither can yours."

Helen nodded with satisfaction, then turned to her sister. "Austin!"

"Helen!" Caroline's mother cried, embracing her older sister. The two were quickly hugging and laughing.

Helen gestured to her family. "Aust, this is my husband Bob, my daughter Violet, my oldest boy Dash, and I take it you've met Jacob. You probably remember Bob better as Mr. Incredible."

Austin grinned. "Charmed. I guess you've met my little girl here...not to mention Budrich."

"Budrich?" Dash repeated with a smirk.

Austin jerked a thumb at the door. "My darlin' husband. Budrich, Bud, Buddy, or...what does he call himself now? Symptom?"

"Syndrome," Caroline supplied.

"That's it."

"Yeah, we've met him," Helen answered. "In fact, he's the reason we've been allowed to come out of hiding."

"Do tell," Austin said, crossing her legs.

Caroline grinned at Jacob as his mother began explaining the story to hers. Everything was going to be all right.