Dad never thought he was ready.
But we knew different.
The Thunderbirds wasn't complete with him missing from our exclusive group.
Our dysfunctional family.
Scott lost his son-like figure.
Virgil lost his brother.
Gordon lost his best friend and partner in crime.
And I lost the only person who understood me as a person.
I lost the only person who bound me to earth.
We all lost the last gift Mom gave us.
Our baby brother.
Alan.
That name is now un-mentionable in the house.
Scott spends more time on the birds.
Virgil spends more time on his drawings, drawing at night on Alan's beach then spending all day sleeping.
Gordon spends all day in his room listening to Alan's favourite music.
Tin-tin spends more time in the forest.
Fermat spends more time in his dad's workshop and his room that we don't see him during the day.
And dad, well, he blames himself for Alan's death.
We all blame him.
But he knows that he can't leave us.
He wants to.
I know he wants to.
But he won't.
He would never leave us like that.
So here it is. John's Lament. The only way I can ever express myself.
Sighing, John laid his pen down on his desk. He hadn't up to Thunderbird 5 since Alan's death. He couldn't bare the silence that echoed through those hollow hallways. Getting up from his desk, he placed the book he had written in on a bookcase with two words written in gold down the spine.
John's Lament.