Lady Sylvia Creighton-Ward was a very interesting person. Even in the very short journey in FAB 1 Alan gleaned that she was incredibly wealthy, very intelligent and an ex-intelligence agent.
"Tell me is Penelope up to anything much?"
"Yeah loads. She's always doing charity galas and stuff. She travels a lot, I'm really jealous."
"But surely you get to see the world with International Rescue?"
Well of course she knew. She saw Thunderbird One land in Penelope's front garden.
"Yeah, but I never get to sightsee or do normal tourist things. I want to take photos and go to cafes and stuff, I'd never want to do anything else but sometimes…" He laughed awkwardly.
"Of course, I'm not a liberty to talk about my service but I was young when I joined. There are always times, no matter what you're doing, when you wish you could just live a normal life. But then I'd remember that I do what I do because I'm the best for the job, and I would never be happy if I didn't know everyone was safe."
"Exactly. I know I'm young but nobody is more qualified than me to do my job," he hesitated. "Did that sound really boastful?"
"No," Sylvia smiled. "It sounded truthful."
I apologise for my absence and how short this is, I really struggled with it.