Some fluff about the Tracy boys. First up is Scott's morning ritual consisting of alarm clocks, cold showers and a run. Also, his ritualistic hair gelling.

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Morning Rituals

Scott

Beep. Beep Be-

Scott Tracy's hand had already shot out from under the sheets and stopped his alarm even before its third beep. He had been lying awake for some time, too tired to get up but too aware to fall back asleep. But now that his alarm had gone off at 5:00am in the morning, he was out of bed as if he had been stung by a bee. Taking great pride in making his bed, he neatly tucked in the corners, fluffed up his pillow and finally set his Thunderbird 1 plushie in the centre. It had been given to him for his 11th birthday and truth be told, it was still one of his most cherished possessions.

Humming softly to himself, he headed to his own attached bathroom to brush his teeth for exactly four minutes. Scott was always one for routine and schedules. He couldn't stand it when he had to go on a sudden rescue with only three and a half minutes of brushing under his belt. He had to look presentable at all times.

Next was a shower, cold enough to give any sane person hypothermia. Shampoo, conditioner bottles and various other products stood like soldiers on Scott's bathroom shelf. Finishing his shower, Scott vigorously rubbed himself dry and put on his staple button-up, blue shirt with a pair of navy-blue cargo shorts.

But now came the most important part of Scott's morning routine. Hair gel. Because when it came to hair gel, Scott ritualised it. He had his own complicated methods of how much to put, how to apply it, which type he should use that morning and even allowing the correct amount of intervals between each appliance. He had to make sure that the gel container was placed on the right side of the sink. His six or so different combs were placed to the right of the hair gel, in height order, with the tallest being parallel to the side of the sink.

Touching up on the last of his hair and checking from ten different angles in the mirror, Scott was finally satisfied that his hair would remain picture perfect for the entire day. And often, he was correct; managing to look photogenic in even the most dangerous rescues. No wonder everyone thought he was the most handsome of all the Tracy boys. And while his smile and kind features were effortless, Scott always took a little extra care on his hair.

Heading out of the bathroom, he made his way downstairs and out the door of the house. On the horizon, the slightest ribbon of pink stretched through the star-studded sky, signalling the coming morning. Scott jogged his way towards one of Tracy Island's many picturesque beaches. And to finish his ideal morning ritual, uninterrupted by any rescues, Scott took a run along the perimeter of the island before heading back to the main house for breakfast.