Strong arms held her fast, halting her descent with a jolt. She felt herself tumble before hitting the ground but with none of the force that she had expected. Opening her eyes she tried to look around her to see what had happened but her view was obscured by grass. Fresh, fragrant grass that stood tall and that was still wet with the kiss of dew. She guessed she must be lying in the fields of Elysium, her soul arrested from her body upon its demise. It wouldn't be long until she journeyed to the gates that concealed the house of Ais where she would remain for the rest of eternity. She would see her father here with his good heart and her mother of the beautiful song. This would be the place where she would be reunited with her brothers, men that had fallen in combat like her, but not with anything human. They had been taken by a virus that had almost claimed her as well but unlike them she had been fortunate to survive.

Feeling it was time for her to make her last journey; she lifted her head and looked around her. What she saw confused her but soon realisation dawned on her. To her grateful eyes she wasn't nestled in the Elysian Fields but was still alive and lying on her stomach in one of the fields just outside of Lazytown. It was now she could feel her heart beating steadily, blood running through her veins and could feel her memory of why she was here beginning to return. Brought back to full awareness she tried to push herself up but there was something stopping her. Something was lying across her back, pinning her to the ground. Not entirely sure what was going on she mumbled an enquiry that she hadn't expected an answer to.

"It's ok mama, stay down. We can handle this," A voice said softly into her ear.

It was a voice Greta knew very well,

"Rico?" She asked not sure which of her sons was speaking to her.

"No mama, I'm Alejandro. Rico has gone to help Sportacus."

"You should help your brother, Alejandro. I'm fine here but Rico might not be, the airship is out of control and he still has to get Sportacus out."

"If you're sure, mama."

"I'm very sure, now go."

"Ok, mama. Stay here and don't move."

Greta felt the pressure on her back ease suddenly and guessed that her son had obeyed her wishes to help his brother. Not quite prepared to try to move again, she stayed where she was and waited. She was worried for her sons but had no doubts in their capabilities to do what they had to, they had learnt from their father well.

There was something about the way the man walked across the room, in the way that he looked over his shoulder distractedly as if he were expecting someone that was invisible to everyone but him. Every now and then his mouth would open releasing silent words that when analysed didn't hang together. He was sure that the man wasn't dangerous but according to the psychiatric profile they had on him there was a chance that he could become violent if provoked in a certain way, a way that no one was sure of. Like he did with every suspect he would enter the room with caution, he knew he could always rest assured that there was always backup should he need it. After all, he was a detective working in a precinct full of armed officers.

He had been told to wait until his partner arrived but the longer he let the suspect linger in the interview room the less pliable the man would be. Feeling the need to test the waters a little bit he left the neighbouring room and headed for the Captain's office. The only way to find out if he could bend the rules a little bit was to ask but he had a funny feeling that the answer was going to be, 'no'.

Stepping up to the open door with his usual smile he rapped on it lightly twice before entering the room. As soon as Captain Cohen raised her head to give him her usual sharp look his resolve began to falter.

"What is it, Detective?" Cohen asked.

"I know you told to me to wait until Nick got here, but, I was wondering if I could possibly have a word with our guy in room three."

Cohen thought for a moment, "You can have five minutes with him, just warm him up a little, and give him a taste of what will happen when Detective Knight gets here. If he wants to talk, let him talk; if not leave him alone until your partner arrives."

For his part Schanke was more than a little surprised. He nodded stiffly before turning and leaving the room. Walking like a zombie he came to a halt outside the interview room, a smile spread across his face when the realisation that Captain Cohen had said yes to a request of his sunk in. He wondered if he had begun to melt the Ice Queen after all.

Shaking off his smile and his earlier surprise he opened the door to the interview room and stepped inside. It was a good few hours before his partner would clock on for his shift, a good few hours that would pass by with agonising slowness as he waited to tell him the good news.

Alejandro found his brother in the airship. By the looks of it his brother was having trouble saving Sportacus and trying to remain upright at the same time. Using his head he reached out a hand to Rico and told him to try to push Sportacus towards him, he ignored the amount of blood swelling at his ankles. With a great amount of difficulty Rico did as he was told, as soon as Sportacus had been placed in the capable hands of his brother he turned his mind to trying to work out what was wrong with the airship.

Slipping over the floor he managed to find the panel on the floor that controlled the airbrake. As soon as the lever rose out of its home in the floor he grabbed it with both of his hands and engaged the brake. This action did little to still the airship. It shuddered and screeched as it tried to pull free of its captor. With little or no choice left he released it before the whole airship was wrenched apart beneath his feet and ran over to the piloting section.

Knowing that his legs were far too long for him to squeeze into the seat he sat on top of it and reached for the pedals. His huge feet covered them completely as he began to pedal. Now that it was moving the airship seemed to calm down in its mad throes but he knew he wasn't out of danger yet. So as not to endanger the lives of the citizens in the town below he flew it across the fields until he found a place where he could do a manoeuvre that had not been practised for a very long time.

He was going to crash land the airship.

Reaching underneath the pilot seat he felt for button with his fingers. This was a button he knew had a label saying, 'DO NOT PRESS', but he didn't have any other options left. If he didn't force the airship into the ground it would do it itself which could mean a lot of people getting hurt if something went wrong.

Steadying his breath he counted down from ten, his finger covering the button. On ten he pressed it. With a more violent shudder than the airship had even produced before the living section detached from the blimp. It remained in the air for a few seconds before plunging downwards towards the ground. Knowing that it was now or never Rico jumped from the piloting section and stood over the mouth of the platform, with one last look around him he threw himself through it and to safety.

Free from its holdings the living section of the airship went into a nose dive and crashed into the ground. It skidded for about a hundred meters, leaving a large furrow of dislodged earth behind it, before coming to a stop. Sportacus' home was a home no longer.