After Tintin finished his story, he sat back and relaxed for a moment. He was still a bit shook up, from today's events. The Captain just stared at him as if he had gone mad, and yet what he said seemed to match his current predicament. The Captain wanted one more shred of proof before he accepted Tintin's story, which was of course farfetched, the Captain crouched in front of the boy.

"Tintin…lift your shirt." The youth gave his elder a look of doubt, but did as he was told. Wincing in pain he lifted his shirt to reveal part of his side. There was a massive bruise forming, from one end of his rib cage to the other. The Captain glared at the discolored skin, reaching out he gently touched the bruise, Tintin breathed in sharply.

"You may have a cracked rib or two there Tintin. Go call a doctor Nestor." The Captain said as he stood up and walked over to the butler.

"Captain please it's just a small bruise." Tintin said as he got up, and followed the Captain. He only went a few steps before crying out in pain, and falling to the floor the full extent of his injury and the pain which it caused only reaching his adrenaline consumed brain at that moment as he attempted to follow the captain. Tintin clutched his side and groaned. The Captain and Nestor carefully picked him up and laid him on the couch. After they made sure he was comfortable, Nestor called a doctor and the Captain got a blanket. Tintin stared out the window and wondered what that thing was that was out there. Who was that man and young lady that saved him? Did they survive the attack? Tintin face palmed himself, why didn't he stay and help? Then it hit him, the man had insisted, it was as though he thought that he could handle it, but what if he hadn't been able to handle it, and they were up there dying! A half hour later Nestor and the Captain came in with the doctor.

"Before we begin I need to speak with the Captain alone please." Tintin said. The Captain looked at him with puzzlement, but sent the other two out.

"What is it Tintin?"

"I need you to do me a favor, promise me you'll do it."

"Depends on what the favor is." he huffed.

"Go back into the mountains and make sure those people are okay." The Captain stood there in silence; he didn't want to go up there, but from what Tintin said those people could be in danger.

"Captain please, they saved my life, I want to know if they're…alive." He stood there thinking it over a bit longer.

"Alright I'll go, but if I'm not back by night fall or I end up dead, I'm haunting you for the rest of your life."

"Alright Captain it's a deal." Tintin chuckled. Nestor and the doctor came back into the room. As the doctor examined Tintin, Nestor and the Captain spoke outside the room.

"Nestor give Tintin whatever he needs, I'm going up the mountain to see if I can find those two people. I should be back by night fall, if I'm not…well…um…eh…we'll come to that when it happens." With that said the Captain grabbed his coat and left Marlinespike Hall, he hoped it wasn't the last time he would see his home.

It didn't take much to get past the police men guarding the trail head, he simply told them he was investigating for Tintin and they let him through. The Captain followed the trail for about 20 minutes before stopping. He had no idea where he was going, nor what he was looking for, after following the trail a bit longer, he came upon a fork in the road.

"Billions of blistering barnacles, I don't think Tintin came this far!" yelled the Captain. Turning around he grumbled as he headed back down the trail.

Something ran behind him, the Captain whipped around. Nothing was there, he heard it again, turning back around he only saw the bushes move. He started to walk faster down the path, but tripped and fell through the foliage. Cursing he got up and brushed himself off, taking a step forward he fell down a steep slope. Tumbling and rolling down the hill, he came to a stop in a clearing. The Captain shook his head and mumbled about being a foolish sailor who didn't know how to walk on land. Looking up he froze, there right in front of him was a blue police box in the middle of the woods.

"Thundering typhoons…it's real." The Captain whispered.