Hey there! I'm on a little bit of a roll at the moment. Thought I'd try and get as much of this up as possible. I don't need sleep!! (In case you haven't noticed, I'm on a teensy bit of a hyper. I always work best on a hyper)

Kit: just get on with it, please?

Corona: Right, right, sorry. (Ahem)

Everything still applies, ok? Kit, would you be so kind as to do the disclaimer for me?

Kit: in front of all those people? You have got to be kidding!?

Corona: just imagine they're not there…or that they're cushions. It always works for me!

Kit: ok, ok, Corona doesn't own Thunderbirds. My brothers and I do. Nor does she own my brothers, the island or anything else to do with us.

Corona: (whispered) except Kit, she's mine.

Kit: happy now?

Corona: I am, very. Thank you! On with the show

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Much to Karol's suspense and horror, the week didn't go as slowly as she wanted it to. All too soon she and John were getting ready to head off.

"I wish you could come too without having to buy the tickets," she said as she and John said their goodbyes.

"I know. They've all sold out. Never mind, though, we'll still be able to see it. No doubt something as big as this will be televised." Scott wished he'd never said anything as what little colour there was in her features seemed to drain instantly.

"Thank you for reminding me, big brother." He smiled, pulling her into a comforting embrace.

"You'll be fine. I know you will. Just stay safe, ok?"

"I will, Scottie. I promise." He ruffled her hair. Virgil and Jeff said the same. Gordon slapped her on her back before pulling her into a hug as well.

"Better bring me something back, sis. I won't be very happy if you don't," he teased.

"Whatever, Gordo." She smiled. All goodbyes said, it was time to go. Once the pre-flight checks had been taken care of, final goodbyes said and the luggage checked, Karol took Tracy 1 up into the air with ease.

"I'd almost forgotten what it was like to fly," John stated, striking up conversation. He could tell that Karol was anxious. Why else would she be chewing her bottom lip? "Karol?" She started.

"Sorry, John, I'm just a little nervous. That's all." John chuckled a little, reaching round and patting her hand.

"You'll be fine."

"I hope so. But…"

"Karol."

"I know, sorry, but I can't help worrying. What if I forget some of the music, or a string snaps or I've forgotten my bow…oh please tell me I've brought my bow?" John sighed. This was going to be a long trip.

"Karol, you've brought your bow. I made sure of it." She relaxed.

"Sorry, John."

"Don't worry. You'll be fine."

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The trip hadn't been as long as first thought, though they were slightly worried about the weather. It looked like a storm was brewing. The wind was already picking up and rolling black and dark grey clouds were billowing above.

"I hope it settles soon and it isn't in for the weekend," Karol stated. John chuckled. He had seen plenty of storm systems in this part of the world from Thunderbird 5.

"These things are never predictable, not along this latitude." Karol laughed.

"John, you're not in space now, ok?" John smiled apologetically. Coming in to land, he called home base to let them all know that they were there safely. And it seemed they had been expected. A tall, slightly balding man walked up to them, pulling his coat about him as the rain began to fall and the wind picked up.

"Ah, Mr and Miss Tracy, I presume," he called over the wind.

"Yes, that's right." Karol shook the man's hand before pulling her arms back around her. John did the same.

"Pitiful weather, don't you think? And to think it was broadcasted to be a lovely day. Just goes to show that you never can trust the weather man." He laughed, beckoning them to follow. "We'll get inside before I make formal introductions." The twins looked at each other and then back at the plane.

"I wouldn't worry about that, we'll have it safely locked away in no time." As if on cue, a vehicle pulled up, with one of the passengers jumping out and climbing into the jet, letting up the brakes. Another attached tow lines to the jet, before they both headed back into the tow truck and began to haul it away. Karol and John followed the man into what they assumed to be the control tower. Shaking the rain off, he shrugged out of the coat, hanging it on to a hook.

"Right. Now to introduce myself." Karol noted the slight accent in his voice that she hadn't noticed when he had been calling to them. "I am Hugo Jacobson, and I'm very delighted to meet you both." He shook their hands once again.

"Hold on a minute. Mr Jacobson? The Hugo Jacobson?" Karol began to get excited. John seemed slightly confused. "John, this is one of the best musicians in the world! Sir, this is truly an honour and a privilege!"

"Oh, come now my dear, you flatter me. The honour is all mine; meeting such a talented and quite lovely young lady as yourself." Karol blushed, looking down slightly in embarrassment. "I'm to be the concierge for this event, so I take it upon myself to meet the act and their families or friends. And, I can see, you two are most certainly family. Twins in fact. Am I right?"

"You are. What ever gave it away?" John joked. Hugo simply laughed.

"Well, the fact that you both look like each other for one thing. But, anyway, I digress. We are not here to talk about genetics, are we? Not at all, my dears. Now, there are a couple of factors that we must discuss as a matter of protocol and such. I have been informed that because of the inevitable storm which we have seen brewing, I'm afraid the beach is quite off limits. Don't want any nasty accidents, now do we, hmm? Secondly, it has been brought to our attention that there has been some subsidence in some cliff top paths. Something to do with the cave network underneath our feet. We have had some near falls already, apparently. So, no one is to walk along them unless they know the exact route. Clear?"

"As can be, Mr Jacobson."

"Oh, please, call me Hugo. Alright then, everything else will be pretty straight forward and will be explained before, during and after the concert tonight. You know; things like fire procedure and the such." They nodded. "Very good. Come along then, we'll soon have you at the appointed apartment. You'll need a hire car, I assume?"

"Well, is it far?" John asked. Hugo seemed to calculate the distance.

"Not too far to walk, I suppose, but with storm and all, we like to make sure that all our guests are as comfortable as can be. Come along then." He led them outside again and to a couple of cars.

"I see he's planned for everything," John stated. It was obvious that the second car was their hired car. Hugo opened the boot for them. Their luggage had been safely stored away.

"The very best for my guests," he said with a smile.

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A short car ride later, Hugo had shown them the apartment. After helping them with their bags (only two duffle bags and Karol's violin case) and wishing her good luck, he set off towards the theatre.

"Well, this isn't too bad, now is it?" Karol asked, looking around the room. It was quite spacious, with a large window and twin beds. Smiling, she looked slyly at her brother. "Shotgun window bed!" she shouted before diving on the perfectly made furniture piece. John simply laughed.

"Honestly, Kitten, you are such a child sometimes." She giggled, lying back. It was quite comfortable. She had two hours before the concert. Sitting up again, she pointed to her violin case.

"John, pass me my violin, would you?" John picked up the case, handing it over. Karol began inspecting every part of it, cleaning the bow and the strings to absolute perfection.

"You did all of that before you got here."

"I know, but it's a delicate piece of equipment. It needs constant tuning and lots of TLC. The change in temperature and humidity can affect the strings after all. Besides, what would you rather? Me focused or me nervous."

"Point taken." He sighed, looking round. If it wasn't for the weather, this would have been the perfect day. And then, the playing started. With a smile, he lay back and listened to whatever melody his twin was performing.

About five minutes later, they were interrupted by a knock at the door. Getting up, John answered, to find a young girl stood there. She seemed to be about thirteen years old. Behind her, a boy of a younger age was hiding.

"Hello, you two. Can we help you?" he asked, inviting them in.

"Well, we were supposed to come here and tell you to enjoy your stay and make sure that you were alright, and…is that a real violin!?" Her eyes seemed to light up when she saw the red-brown string instrument. Thanking the man, she and her brother entered.

"Yes, it is," Karol smiled.

"Cool! Can you play me something? I love the violin. You can come out, Jake. I told you they were nice." The boy seemed to be about seven or eight. He shyly looked round at the strangers before stepping round the girl.

"So, Jake and…"

"Sylvia. Sylvia Jenkins. Don't mind my brother; he's always shy of people he's just met. So what are your names?" she looked between them. It was obvious that they were having the company for a while.

"Well, my name is Karol, and this is my brother John." Sylvia smiled.

"I…I hope you don't mind us staying in here. It's just…well, my parents are arguing and we don't like staying around when they're arguing, do we Jake?" The boy shook his head. "They always do it. It's supposed to be them who come up and see how you are and all. So, we decided to come up instead."

"We don't mind. Do we, John?"

"Absolutely not. Means we get to meet some of the locals, anyway."

"Although, be warned, we may not be very much company. I have to practice and make sure I have everything right."

"That's ok, we won't be any trouble. Honest." Karol smiled at the children and her brother, settling into her own little world and beginning to play.

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And that's chapter 3. Once again, sorry it's short. They've finally arrived. What do the children have to do with the story? You'll find out! Stay tuned, folks!