Disclaimer: I don't own the TBs or the Tracy family with the exception of Sam.

Author's Note: Thanks to those that review, of course. You're reviews are really important to me. Also, I'd like to thank someone for encouraging me to post chapter 24 as a cliffhanger. I wasn't sure if I should but she encouraged me, so for her I did it.

Now for where we left off….

Chapter 25

The silence was sudden and absolute after the screeching of metal and the various thuds of items being tossed around the interior of the plane.

Scott was the first to recover and momentarily panicked when he tried to stand up and move to Gordon and Alan's side. Looking down at his shoes, he was surprised to see them tied together. He shook his head in response to his baby brothers' prank. He sat back down and untied the knots. A groan made him look up again.

"Alan, are you and Gordon alright?" called Scott as he looked over at them. He felt something drip onto his hand and realized that he had bloody lip from where he had hit his leg.

"We're a bit shaken but nothing else I think," reported Gordon. He wrapped his arm around Alan as he began to shake.

"Virg, are you okay?" Scott asked next.

"I think so. I hit my head on the window and something hit me in the back of my head," he answered. He heard Scott get up and walk over to him.

"Where's Sam?" Virgil looked up at Scott and then the seat next to him. It was empty.

"She was here when we were going down," he said as he jumped up and carefully walked back to the rear of the plane. He saw Sam's blond hair underneath their coats and some book bags. Frantically, he began to move things off of her.

"Sam, can you hear me?" he called. "Scott, she's back here." Sam groaned as she became aware of the silence.

"Wh-wh-what ha-ha-happened?" she asked. She wiped the wetness from the corner of her eye and was surprised to see the blood on her hand.

"We had an emergency landing. I think," he answered. Sam tried to stand up only to fall again. She looked up at Virgil and shook her head.

"Oww! I think it's broken," she cried as she absently wiped her face again and smeared more blood. "JOHN! Virgil, has anyone checked on Dad and John?" She reached up and grabbed the back of a seat and pulled herself up. She used the backs of each seat as an aid to awkwardly make her way to the cockpit. Scott was blocking her way when she got there.

"Sam, you can't go in there," he said quietly. His face had an unhealthy pallor and he was shaking. They could hear the emergency crews trying to get to them. The plane had hit a snow embankment and they were stuck in it.

"Scott, I don't have time to play games with you. Now get the hell out of my way so that I can check on Dad and John."

Scott refused to move and no matter which way Sam tried to get around him, he was there in her way.

"Are they alive, Scott?" she asked as she finally gave up.

"Yeah, Sam but I don't want you in there," he said. "Please go sit with Virgil." Sam nodded and limped back to Virgil. Scott grabbed a medkit and went back to the cockpit. He worked on John first. He carefully unfastened his unconscious form from the seat and laid him on the floor. He'd already applied cervical collars to both John and his dad. He felt for his pulse and was relieved to find one. He noted that John's breathing kept hitching like he couldn't get a full breath in. He lifted John's t-shirt and gasped at the bruising from the seat belt. He lightly touched the bruise and was startled when John flinched.

"S-Sc-Scott, wh-wh-what ha-happened?" he asked. Scott looked back up at him.

"Looks like we crashed," said Scott as he watched his brother. "John, can you tell me where you hurt at?"

"Ch-chest, h-he-head, w-wr-wrist," he answered. Scott looked at John's wrist and realized that it was obviously broken. Scott laid the backboard that was stored in the plane on the floor next to John.

"Johnny, I'm going to need your help. I want you to slide onto the backboard," he said as he maneuvered it closer to John. John slowly slid onto the backboard and lay there while Scott fastened the straps. Just as he finished with John, the rescue workers had gotten to them. They carefully picked John up and began to carry him out of the plane. Sam got a glimpse of John and tried to get to him. She was pushed back down into a seat by a rescue worker who was not aware of her broken leg. Sam cried out in pain.

"She has a broken leg," Virgil informed the rescue worker. "And that teenager that was just taken out of the door is her twin brother." Sam struggled to her feet again just as their dad was brought out on a stretcher. He had a trickled of blood coming from the corner of his eye. What frightened Sam the most was the fact that he wasn't moving. She'd never seen her dad still. Suddenly, a rescuer appeared in front of her.

"Miss, can you hear me?" he asked when she didn't respond. She shifted her gaze towards him.

"Yes, I can hear you," she replied tersely. "I have a broken leg not a hearing problem." She snapped the last bit at the rescuer and immediately felt bad.

"I'm sorry. I'm just really worried about my brother and dad," she apologized. The rescuer continued to talk to her while he splinted her leg. They tried to get her on a backboard only to have her refuse.

"I can walk on my own, thank you very much," she stated as she slowly hobbled her way to where other rescuers were helping Virgil. He looked pale and scared; she knew that her face mirrored his.

"Come on, Virg," she said as she held her hand out to him. He looked at the pain on her face and made her sit down.

"Sam, please let them help you," he pleaded. Looking into his worried face she couldn't deny him. She nodded and allowed the rescuers to backboard her without complaint. She drew the line at wearing a cervical collar. Virgil followed her and soon was with Gordon and Alan. Alan had his right arm in a sling. The medics thought that it might be broken. Gordon was sporting a black eye and a couple of broken fingers. They were sitting in the back of an ambulance. John and Jeff had already been rushed to the hospital. Scott was with Sam. He had sustained no injuries other than the busted lip and some bruises. The two remaining ambulances raced away from the accident site and towards the hospital.

Once Scott and Virgil were sitting in a waiting room they realized that their grandmother knew nothing of the accident. Scott pulled out his cell and called the island.

"Grandma, it's me Scott," he said as soon as she answered. "I wanted to make sure you heard from us before seeing it on the news. Our plane crashed and with the exception of me and Virgil everyone else is being seen by doctors."

"Scott, what are the injuries and how bad?" Grandma asked stoically. She was a tough old lady and got the facts before she ever broke down.

"Alan has a broken arm. Gordon has a black eye and some broken fingers. I have a busted lip and some bruising. Virgil has a couple of bumps on his head," he paused before continuing. "Sam has another broken leg. Right side this time. She wasn't fastened in her seat when we crashed and she was thrown and buried underneath some coats and book bags. Some of which are heavy. Dad has a broken arm and a concussion. John is the worst with a concussion, two broken ribs, a broken wrist and a broken ankle." Grandma gasped and got herself under control.

"I'll have Brains fly me to where you are at. Which hospital?" she asked as she began to make a mental list of what she needed.

"Um, Wesley Medical Center in Wichita," he said.

"We'll be there shortly, Scott," she said as she hung up.

A doctor walked into the waiting room and walked over to Virgil and Scott.

"Are you related to the Tracy family?" he asked.

"Yes, we're Jeff Tracy's sons and the brothers of the other four," Scott answered.

"Is there an adult with you? Maybe your mom?" he asked. He hadn't made a connection to who the Tracy's were.

"Our grandmother is flying here as we speak but other than that we have no one else. Please tell us the conditions of our family," Scott asked in a voice tinged in worry.

"Your father is still unconscious due to the blow to the head when the plane crashed. He also has a broken arm. Gordon and Alan are fine with the exception of a black eye, a couple of broken fingers and a broken arm, respectively. John is in surgery and his injuries are the worst. He has a broken right ankle and wrist. He has hairline fractures of his ninth and tenth ribs on his right side and a concussion. We're worried about Sam because she refuses to let us treat her until she knows that John is okay."

"Dr., Sam and John are twins and she will continue to fight you. Let me try and help," Virgil said. The doctor led him to the exam room where Sam sat in a chair and glared at the nurse. Her attention was diverted when Virgil walked in and the nurse took the opportunity to inject her with some morphine. Sam looked at Virgil and tried to stand up.

"Virg, why…did…they do that?" she asked as she reached out to him. "Don't…they…know…we're…sen...si..tive…." She fell back into the chair and caused it to fall sideways with her in it. She fell to the floor and didn't move.

"You son of a bitch!" he said as he knelt down next to his sister. "You don't know her medical background and you just gave her a full dose of morphine. She and John never tolerate full doses well." He looked up at the doctor and the nurse.

"I hope that for your sake that my father is forgiving when I tell him what you've done," he hissed. "You are aware of who he is, aren't you?"

"Yes, he's a patient that crashed his plane into a snow bank," shot back the doctor. He was getting irritated by having to deal with this teenager.

"Have you ever heard of Jefferson Grant Tracy?" Virgil asked.

"Yes, boy, I have. He's a Hero from the state of Kansas," he answered. Virgil smiled at him and waited for him to make the connection. "Shit!"

"You had better hope that Samantha and John don't have any problems with the medicines that you didn't double check on before giving them," Virgil said as he carefully held his sister against him. "Not to tell you how to do your job but since you have medicated her don't you think that you should get her to surgery?"

The doctor and nurse carefully picked Sam off of the floor and laid her on the exam table that doubled as a gurney. The lifted the rails and moved her to the surgery theater. Virgil walked back to where Scott was waiting for more news.

"Everything alright, Virgil?" he asked as he saw him come into the waiting room. Virgil slumped down in a chair next to Scott.

"They gave her a full dose of morphine when her attention was diverted," he said as he closed his eyes. The headache that he had was getting worse now that he was tired and worried about his brothers, sister, and dad. Scott jumped up and paced the room.

"Why? Didn't you tell them?" he demanded.

"Yes, Scott, I told them after they had already done it. I was their diversion," he retorted angrily. Their conversation stopped when a nurse walked in.

"Gordon and Alan are asking for members of their family," she said. Scott and Virgil followed her to their baby brothers' room. They were sharing courtesy of Virgil's conversation with the doctor. John and Sam would also share a room. Jeff would be in the middle of the three rooms. Scott and Virgil walked into the room and all but ran to check on their baby brothers.

"Are you guys alright?" all four of them asked at the same time. It proved to be a stress reliever and they all smiled at each other. Alan held out a marker

"Gordon's already signed it. Now I need you guys to do it too," Alan said. Scott and Virgil signed their names on the cast and wrote a note for him. They all relaxed and watched television. Gordon and Alan stayed in the beds and Scott and Virgil settled back into a couple of chairs. Gordon looked over at Scott and sighed.

"Where's Dad, John, and Sam?" asked Gordon. He had tried to find out from the nurse and doctor but no one would tell him.

"Dad's asleep in the next room with a broken arm. Sam is in surgery getting her broken leg set," he answered. "John just got out of surgery. He had a broken ankle, wrist, and two ribs. Not to mention a concussion. He'll be sharing a room with Sam. They both will be up in a bit."

"When can we see them?" Alan asked. Suddenly the door opened and there stood Jeff.

"Dad!" cried his boys. Virgil and Scott hugged him and helped him to a chair. Jeff offered no complaints as he sat down.

"Are you alright?" he asked as he looked from one to the other.

"We're fine, Dad. Alan has a broken arm and Gordon has a couple of broken fingers," answered Scott. Jeff realized that John and Sam weren't in the room.

"Where are John and Samantha?" he demanded as he felt something akin to panic creep through his body. Scott and Virgil looked at one another. Jeff noticed the look and cleared his throat. "Boys?"

"Sam is in surgery and John is in recovery," answered Virgil. He was saved from answering any more questions as the doctor walked in.

"Mr. Tracy, how are you feeling?" he asked nervously as he eyed Virgil.

"How are my son and daughter?" shot back Jeff as he stood up.

"They are both asleep and in the room two doors down from here per your son's request," he answered. "Samantha's leg has been broken in two spots. One is a clean break in her right femur and the other is a compound fracture of her right tibia. We were successful in resetting both breaks. John has a broken right ankle, right wrist, hairline fractures of his ninth and tenth ribs on the right side, and a concussion. They both came through surgery okay. The only worries we have now is that neither of them are waking up." Jeff glared at the doctor.

"You didn't give them full doses of anesthesia or pain medications, did you?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir, we did," the doctor responded. "Is there something that we should have been aware of?"

"You ass! You didn't ask us if they had allergies to medicines or sensitivities," snarled Virgil. "I told you that they were both sensitive to pain medications after you had Sam injected with morphine." Jeff glanced over at Virgil and gave him a look ordering him to be quiet.

"I appreciate the care that you have given my son and daughter, Dr." he began. The doctor visibly relaxed and was lulled into a false sense of security.

"However, if something happens to my twins because you failed to ask questions of the medical history when their older brother was available, I will make sure that you suffer ten times worse than John and Sam as they come out of the anesthetic." The doctor turned red and hurriedly excused himself. They quickly went to the room and found that both Sam and John were in the room. There were assorted monitors and IV poles surrounding the two beds. The side rails of both beds were up to ensure that neither of them would fall out of bed.

Jeff watched as his son and daughter were tended to by the two nurses that stayed behind. They looked over at Jeff and the rest of the brothers.

"May we help you?" asked the one nearest John.

"I'm their father and these are their brothers. How are they doing?" responded Jeff as he approached the two beds. The stillness from the two normally active teens was beginning to worry him.

"They are both doing fine. John is showing some signs of waking up. Sam has only just come out of surgery. She'll be asleep a bit longer," she responded just as Sam and John both stirred in their beds. Unable to restrain himself, Jeff reached out and touched one and then the other. He was beginning to get irritated at the limited use of just one arm.

"John, Sam, its okay. We're all here and waiting on you to wake up," he said quietly. Both of them turned to face their dad, though neither woke up.

Several hours later and Grandma had joined the rest of her family. She was sitting in the room Gordon and Alan shared. It was late in the night and they had fallen asleep. Jeff was sitting with Scott and Virgil in Sam and John's room. Neither of them had woken up yet. Jeff, Scott, and Virgil were curled up in chairs around the two beds trying to sleep. Virgil had just shifted position and woke momentarily. He glanced at John's bed and noticed his movements. He quickly stood up and went to his bedside. John's eyes were still closed but he was trying to pull the nasal cannula away from his face. Virgil gripped his brother's hands and moved them away.

"Leave it in there," Virgil whispered quietly. "John, can you hear me?" John turned his head to the sound of Virgil's voice and tried to open his eyes. He moved his hand with the IV in it trying to find Virgil's hand.

"I'm right here," he said as he held John's hand in his. John tried to open his eyes again and managed to peek them open just enough to see Virgil looking down at him. He opened his mouth and tried to speak but nothing came out and he shook his head in frustration. He felt horrible and there was something nagging at him. Something had happened but he couldn't remember what. He started to drift back to sleep when he realized who he was missing. He sat upright and gasped in pain as the movement put pressure on his broken ribs.

"SAM!" he croaked out as he looked around the room. He suddenly saw the bed next to his just as Jeff and Scott joined Virgil at his bedside. They eased him back down to a more comfortable position.

"Calm down John. She's alright. Just a couple of broken bones in her right leg," said Jeff as he tried to soothe his son. John fought against them and had almost gotten free when he heard Sam's voice.

"Lay down, John. I'm fine just a busted up leg," she said quietly. "Is everyone else okay?"

"Just some broken bones and two concussions," said Jeff as he looked over at her.

"And the need for a new plane," she said as she drifted back to sleep.

When John woke next he was surprised to see his grandma. She was sitting between him and Sam. He tried to remember everything that had happened and why he hurt so badly.

"Grandma, I'm thirsty," he whispered as he watched her. She quickly stood up and got his water pitcher. She raised his bed up a bit so that he was in a more upright position and held the straw steady as he took a sip of water. With an IV in one hand and a cast on the other, he was pretty much dependant on someone to help him. He looked around and saw that Scott was asleep in a chair.

"Grandma, can you wake Scott up?" he asked shyly. He needed to use the rest room and well there are just some things that he didn't want his grandma to see.

"Why on earth would I do that?" she asked. She watched his face turn beet red. She realized that he was sixteen and was passed the age of being comfortable with her help. She walked over to Scott and gently shook him on the shoulder. He looked up at her and then at the twins.

"What's wrong, Grandma?" he asked as he stood up and stretched his tall frame.

"John needs some help getting to the bathroom. Hurry up before he has an accident," she ordered. Scott went to John's bedside and lowered the rail on the side of his IV. He flipped the blankets back and helped to swing John's legs over the side of the bed. John sat still for a moment trying to breathe through the dizziness and pain his movements had caused. He nodded to Scott when he was ready to stand up. Scott supported most of John's weight and got him to the bathroom.

"Are you going to be able to manage everything alright in there?" Scott asked.

"I don't know. I've never been hurt like this before but stay by the door in case I fall or something," he answered. Scott walked out of the bathroom and closed the door. A few minutes later, John called out.

Scott and John made the long slow walk back to John's bed. By the time that John was able to sit down he was hurting and tired. Grandma tucked him back into bed and moved the IV tubes so that they didn't get tangled around him. John smiled at her and drifted back to sleep. Sam still hadn't woken up except for the little bit during the night.

Jeff, Virgil, and Gordon were sitting at a small table in John and Sam's room when they heard one of the twins retching. They looked over at where Sam and John were sleeping. Sam had twisted onto her side and was getting sick all over her bedding, herself, and the floor. Jeff rushed to her side and rubbed her back until she was done. Virgil had gone to John's bed and pushed the nurse's call button. The door opened and a nurse came in.

"Yes?" she asked. She heard the raspy breathing and walked over to Sam's bedside. "Not a delightful way to wake up is it?" She grabbed some towels out of a cabinet and covered the mess on the floor. She grabbed a few washcloths and got them wet with warm water and gently cleaned Sam's face and neck.

"I'm sorry but I'm going to need to close the curtains around Samantha's bed so that I can change her bedclothes and her gown," she said as she guided the Tracy's away from Sam's bed. She quickly closed the curtains and got some clean linen. She carefully rolled Sam one way and stripped the bed and remade it with the clean linens. While Sam was rolled that way, the nurse removed the soiled gown and wiped her down with a warm cloth. A clean gown was put on but Sam wasn't aware as she had fallen back asleep.

When Sam awoke next, her grandma was talking to her. She looked up at her and grinned.

"Hi, Grandma," she whispered as she tried to sit up. Her right leg felt really heavy and difficult to move. She looked down and noticed the bulky outline of a cast beneath the blanket.

"Not again," she said.

"Sam, you need to eat something," ordered her grandma. Sam looked back up at her and shook her head. She was still feeling a bit nauseous. She pushed the call button for the nurse. When she came in, she looked at Sam expectantly.

"Um, I need to use the restroom," said Sam embarrassed. The nurse hurriedly tried to get Sam up and to the bathroom. "Can you slow down a little? I haven't been out of bed yet and I'm kind of dizzy." The nurse tapped her foot in an agitated manner as Sam tried to keep herself covered and sit up. She looked at the nurse and saw her glaring around the room. Not offering to help anymore.

"GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS ROOM NOW!" Sam screamed as her anger took over. "DO NOT COME BACK IN HERE OR NEAR ME!" Her scream had startled her grandma and had woken John up. He looked at Sam and was surprised at her outburst. Jeff and Scott had come running from Gordon and Alan's room.

"What's all the screaming for, Sam?" asked Jeff as he tried to figure out what was wrong.

"GET HER OUT OF HERE!" Sam demanded. "Grandma, please help me to the bathroom since that nurse is too stupid to take care of her patient properly."

"Samantha Michelle Tracy, you apologize right now for your rude behavior," demanded her grandma and dad at the same time. Sam glared at them and leaned back in her bed. She folded her arms across her chest and refused to speak. Her dad walked up to her bedside and made her look at him.

"I want you to apologize now," he said quietly. "You woke your brother up not to mention that you could be heard screaming down the hallway." Sam continued to glare at him and shook her head.

"Make her leave now," Sam demanded as she shifted awkwardly in her bed. She was so uncomfortable and needed to use the bathroom. She raised the upper part of her bed so that it was in a mostly upright position and then she lowered the main part so that it was low enough that she should be able to touch the floor. Making sure that her IV tubes were out of the way, she shifted enough to move her broken leg so that it was touching the floor. She grabbed the crutches that were next to the bed. Realizing that she couldn't push the IV pole and use the crutches, she looked at the nurse and pulled out the IV. She carefully stood up with the help of the crutches and slowly made her way to the bathroom. Her family was stunned at her determination. John recovered first and looked at the nurse.

"I suggest you get out of here before she comes out of the bathroom," he warned her. "Dad, I'm not sure what she did but it had to be bad for Sam to get that mad." He raised his bed so that he was in a more upright position.

"What happened to make her react like that?" Scott asked. The nurse just glared at all of them. Scott noticed it. "What is your problem?"

"You rich people are all alike. Lazy and spoiled," she snapped. Grandma's head turned towards her and she let loose.

"My grandchildren are not lazy. You tried to rush Samantha out of that bed and when she asked you to slow down you got an attitude. No wonder she tore into you. She has been given IV fluids and what goes in must come out. How would you like being dependant on someone to help you to the bathroom?" Grandma walked to the bathroom door and knocked.

"Sam, are you alright?" she called. She waited a few minutes and didn't get a response. She slowly opened the door and let out a cry of shock. Jeff and Scott ran to the bathroom and looked in. Sam was lying on the floor unconscious. Her crutches were lying next to her.

"What's wrong with Sam?" called John from his bed.

"JOHN, hit the emergency button," ordered Jeff. "You get the hell out of here." He glared at the nurse. A couple of nurses ran in to assess the situation. One ran back out and got a stretcher. They loaded her on the stretcher and took her back to her bed. They carefully transferred her to her own bed. Sam groaned as she slowly came around.

"My head hurts," she whispered as she groaned again. "Daddy, where are you?" She opened her eyes and saw him talking to a nurse. She felt a cold cloth on her face and looked up into the worried eyes of her big brother.

"Are you okay, Sam?" he asked softly. "What happened?"

"I was getting ready to come out when I got dizzy," she whispered back. "The next thing I know, I'm back in bed." She looked over at John.

"I'm alright, John," she said as she read the worried expression on his face. "Scott, can you find me a wheelchair?" Scott stared down at her and shook his head.

"Don't you think that you should stay in bed?" he asked.

"It's for John. If he can come over here," she mumbled as she started to doze off again. She felt a slight touch on her hand and woke up.

"Johnny," she said happily. He had gotten the okay to sit in a wheelchair by his sister. She shifted closer to him and hugged him awkwardly.

"I want to go home, John," she admitted as she looked around.

"So do I, Sam," he replied as he held her hand. They both looked up when they heard the door open. Jeff, Grandma, and Scott walked in followed by the rest of their brothers. Jeff walked straight to Sam's bed.

"Are you feeling better?" he asked as he looked down at her.

"Yes, Sir." She shifted nervously in her bed as he continued to stare down at her.

"Can you manage your crutches alright?"

"Yes, Sir."

"John, can you get around with some help from your brothers and myself?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good, we're going home. I think that the two of you would be better off at home," he stated. "I have your discharge paperwork here and Brains is flying us home. He has already gotten our belongings off of Tracy Two and securely stowed on Tracy One." Sam grinned up at her dad and brother.

"Thanks, Dad," she said. Jeff and Grandma helped her to the bathroom and Grandma helped her get dressed. When she was ready to go she nodded to her grandma.

"Let's go," she said. She carefully hobbled her way out to the room with the help of her crutches. She was having a harder time of it because the cast was larger and heavier than the last one. She shook her head and looked at her dad.

"I can't do it, Dad," she said sadly. "I'm just too tired and the cast is to heavy." She didn't see Virgil push a wheelchair up to her.

"Have a seat, Sis," he said as he helped her to sit down. Gordon carried her crutches and they left the hospital. Virgil pushed Sam and Scott pushed John. Both of them had a slightly difficult time getting into the limo and the plane. Neither of them could navigate the steps easily. Jeff and Brains agreed to have them stay in the infirmary for a few days. Sam and John fell asleep leaning against each other. By the time the plane landed on Tracy Island, all of the Tracy children were asleep.

"Wake up everyone," called a voice. "We're home." All six of the children woke up and carefully stood up and made their way to the steps. Brains and Jeff helped Sam and John to a couple of wheelchairs to use to get around for a few days. Again, Virgil pushed Sam and Scott pushed John. They were taken directly to the infirmary despite their complaints and put to bed. Moments later they were both asleep.

Christmas was a bit more subdued and the end of vacation was upon them. Sam was a bit better with the crutches and John was moving around a bit more also despite the broken ankle. Before they headed back to school, Sam gave Jeff a special gift that was from each of his children even though she had put them together.

"Dad, these are for you," she said as her brothers surrounded her. "Each one represents one of us and the seventh one is of all of us together." Jeff looked through the top scrapbook that was blue and had Scott name embossed on the cover. There were pictures that took him from newborn to his senior year. Sam and John had matching black books and again started at newborn through to their sophomore year. He began to get a bit misty eyed and put the rest away until he could look at them in private.

"Thank you, those really mean a lot to me," he said as he hugged them all at once.

The next day, Brains and Jeff flew them all back to New York. They landed at the airport close to the school and had a couple of cabs take them back to school.

"Bye, Dad, see you in a few months," they all called as the cabs pulled out.