Jeff paced the length of the small hospital lounge, while Virgil stared unseeing out the window. They had arrived in Boston almost two hours ago, and had been waiting ever since.

"Excuse me, Mr. Tracy? I'm Dr. Steve MacLeod."

Jeff looked up. "I'm Jeff Tracy, this is my assistant, Virgil." The doctor and Virgil nodded at each other. "Doctor, how's Parker?" Jeff asked.

Dr. MacLeod looked to be in his late thirties, with piercing green eyes, and dark brown hair. "I'm only supposed to release the information to the next of kin. Since yours was the only number we found in his wallet, you'll have to do." He glanced down at the chart in his hands. "We had to remove his spleen and pin his left leg. Though it will take time, I expect a full recovery."

"Can we see him?" Jeff asked.

The doctor shook his head. "He's still in Recovery. You can talk to him in the morning."

"I'd really like to see him." Jeff persisted.

Virgil stepped in front of his father. "May I see that?" He asked, indicating the chart.

Surprised, MacLeod handed it over and Virgil leafed through it. "His blood pressure and respirations are within normal limits. No sign of infection yet either. Head scans came back negative. He's in good shape considering." He said, handing back the chart.

MacLeod's eyes widened in surprise. "Are you a doctor?"

Virgil smiled and shook his head. "No, you could say medicine is a hobby of mine." He said evasively.

"And the others?" Jeff interrupted.

"Others?" MacLeod looked puzzled. "No one else was brought in. Were there more people in the car?"

Virgil stepped forward, laying a hand on his father's arm. "What my employer means is, was there anyone else involved in the accident?"

MacLeod shook his head. "No. Witness say he was driving alone, at a high rate of speed and failed to negotiate the turn near the cliff."

Virgil glanced at his father. "That doesn't sound like Parker."

"I agree."

"Did something go wrong with the engine? Could he have been readying for…" Virgil's voice trailed off with a glance in the doctor's direction.

"Maybe, but if something went wrong, why didn't he get into contact with us?" Jeff mused.

"He could have at least talked to John if he couldn't reach one of us." Virgil stated, his forehead creased in puzzlement.

"Who are you people?" MacLeod demanded.

Jeff swiftly changed the subject. "Doctor, here's the number to my house here in town. If there's any change, I'd appreciate it if you'd let us know." Jeff and Virgil walked away down the hallway, the doctor watching them skeptically.

Jeff was uncharacteristically silent on the ride to the brownstone, even letting Virgil drive. Once at the house, Jeff quickly stripped off his tie and sat down in front of the comm screen on his desk. "Tracy Island come in."

Gordon's face appeared on the screen. "Tracy Island here. Hey Dad, how's Parker?"

"Best as can be expected at this point." Jeff replied.

"Did you get a chance to talk to him?"

Jeff shook his head. "Not yet. What have you found out?"

Gordon looked off to the side a moment, then back at his father and brother.He took a deep breath. "John managed to get the data from FAB 1. Parker was the only one in the car at the time of the accident. He's been running scans, and can pick up no trace of the kids or Lady P.'s communicator."

Jeff fixed his steely gaze on his son. "How did John find out what's going on?"

"I told him." Gordon replied unflinchingly.

Jeff swore under his breath and leaned back in his chair. Virgil fidgeted nervously beside him. "Dad, I told him to call. Scott and John need to know what's happened."

"And think of how John would feel, knowing you deliberately left him out of the loop." Gordon added.

Virgil nodded in agreement. "He's already doubting himself and his abilities, let's not compound the situation."

Finally, Jeff smiled. "When did my boys get smarter than me?" He mused.

Gordonexchanged a quick glance withVirgil and grinned. "John's on standby, waiting to hear from you."

"Let's invite him to the conversation then." Jeff pushed a few buttons on the keyboard, and John's face appeared on one side of the view screen. He was paler than usual, and there were dark circles were under his eyes. Scott peered over his brother's shoulder.

"Dad, how's Parker?" John asked echoing his younger brother's earlier question.

Jeff started involuntary at his son's haggard appearance, but forced himself to smile. "He's doing well. We should be able to talk to him in the morning."

"That's good. Did Gordon tell you what we found?"

Jeff nodded. "Why don't you tell me yourself son."

John quickly filled in his father and brothers. "Unless the comms were utterly destroyed, I should be picking them up. I just don't…Wait a minute…" He broke off quickly and bolted out of view.

"John? Scott, what's wrong?" Jeff demanded.

Scott looked after his brother, then turned back to the screen. "I have no idea." He paused a moment. "Dad, why didn't you tell us about the accident?" He asked quietly.

Jeff ignored the question. "How's John feeling? He looks terrible."

Scott shrugged and glanced over his shoulder. "I know he hasn't been sleeping or eating much. We talked some, yesterday." Scott looked back again. "He's scared and feeling pretty vulnerable right now. He wants to come home Dad."

"I'll send Gordon and Virgil up as soon as we get back to the Island." Jeff told him. Gordon nodded in agreement. "What did he tell you?"

"He opened up a little about the attack. I think we have a serious case of Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome here." He told them, echoing Virgil's earlier statement. Scott glanced back over his shoulder again. "And he's wondering why you didn't call when Alan went missing. He thinks you think he can't handle it."

"Tell me Scott, can he?" Jeff's brown eyes bored into his sons.

Scott started to reply when John appeared at his side again. "Dad, I'm working on an idea. I'll get in touch as soon as I can. Thunderbird 5 out." John and Scott's image abruptly vanished from the screen.

Gordon raised an eyebrow at his father and brother. "Maybe he has lost it." Then he broke into a grin. "Guess I'll talk to you later. Don't go to a Sox game without me." He cut his connection, leaving Virgil and Jeff alone.

Jeff closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead. Virgil placed a comforting hand on his father's shoulder. "It'll be OK Dad. We'll find them."

"It's not just them I'm worried about." Jeff replied softly.

"I know." Virgil knelt on one knee in front of his father. "Dad, we'll get through this, all of it." Jeff looked into his son's hazel eyes and saw the conviction written there. "I promise."

The first thing Alan became aware of when he awoke, was the pounding in his head. Groaning he tried to sit up.

"Easy A-A-Alan."

Alan's vision cleared. "Fermat? What happened? Where are we?"

"I'm n-n-not sure. Somewhere underground I think." Fermat told him.

Alan sat up, slowly and looked around. "Wait a sec, where's Parker and Lady P.?"

Fermat shook his head. "I don't know. I haven't seen them since the Hood…" Fermat gulped audibly. "We're in big t-t-trouble Alan."

Alan nodded. "I know." He sighed, resting his head on his knees. Suddenly he looked up. "My watch! Fermat, did they get our communicators?"

To his surprise, Fermat grinned. "They got parts of them." He said quietly. He beckoned Alan closer. "When you went down, I took the chip out of mine and hid it in my sh-sh-sh-footwear. As far as I can tell, it's still trans-trans-sending out signals."

"That's something I guess." Alan rubbed his aching head.

"Are you alright?" Fermat asked.

"Yeah, I'd be better if we could get out of here." For the first time, Alan looked at his surroundings. He and Fermat seemed to be in a medium sized room, empty except for two small beds. There were two doors, one lead to a small bathroom and the other was locked and led presumably outside. There were no windows, either on the door or outside.

"We've got to get out of here Fermat! We have to let my Dad know what happened!" Alan said frantically. He tried the door again, and fell back to the floor, surprised as it opened.

The Hood walked into the room, his red eyes glinting evilly. "Hello Alan, Fermat. I trust your surroundings are to your liking?" He sneered.

Alan bolted to his feet. "Let us go! You can't keep us here!"

"Yes, Alan my boy, I can."

"Where's Parker and Lady P.?"

Hood casually walked around the room. "I'm afraid there's been a bit of an accident."

"What kind of accident?" Alan demanded.

Hood turned and smiled ferally. "A fatal one."

Alan stood there stunned. Fermat found his voice first. "W-w-what do you mean?"

"Why Master Hackenbacker, I was under the impression that you were a genius. Fatal means dead." He turned and started out the door.

"My father will never let you get away with this!" Alan shouted. "He'll find us!"

Hood turned back, an unholy glee in his eyes. "I'm counting on it."