Hey there everyone. I'm really glad that this is being enjoyed. I'm enjoying writing it. Oh, and I apologise if this seems a little boring. Like I said, it's an old story, so you've got to give it chance. It is going to get better. Promise.

All the same as before-

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'Television broadcast'

: Radio communication:

Disclaimer: a girl can dream.

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The children they had met had stayed with them for the couple of hours they had. They had quickly grown fond of them. Jake had finally opened up enough to talk to her and John; there had just been no shutting him up, and Sylvia had been busy listening to Karol playing. Now, she wished that they were with them again. They had finally dragged themselves away and down the stairs. Right now, Karol and her brother were making there way to the 'designated playing area', as she playfully put it.

The theatre was spectacular. An enormous structure of crafted steel and glass, the paint work adorning the doorway like fine filigree. And that was outside. Inside was even more so. Rich carpets lined the hallways, and the high walls painted a soothing, neutral cream with red borders. Above their heads hung the largest crystal chandelier Karol had ever seen, the light glistening off it, with small spectrums being cast onto the walls and ceiling. It made her forget why she was there for a moment. Until Hugo called to them.

"Ah, there you! Come along, we have fifteen minutes to get backstage and get ready. My goodness, Miss Tracy, you do look lovely. Very sophisticated." Karol blushed. He seemed quite eager to compliment her on every little thing. After all, it was only a suit. She had opted for trousers instead of a skirt, because she felt much more comfortable in it. "Come along then, this way." John smiled reassuringly to his twin, casting an arm around her neck and following the appointed host.

"Oh, Mr Tracy, you will be allowed to stay back stage for a limited time. The moment the concert begins, I'm afraid that you'll have to leave your charming sister and sit up in the audience." A young woman walked over, two booklets held in her arms. "Ah yes, thank you Linda. Here you are, these are the programmes. They will tell you when you are to appear on stage. All right, this is where I leave you. See you on stage, Karol. Good luck!" With that, he dashed off in another direction.

"Well, come on. Let's go and see who else is on." She nodded, allowing herself to be led backstage.

Karol was nervous. Really nervous. It was almost time for the concert to start. She found herself hoping that Jake and Sylvia's parents had stopped arguing. No time to worry now, though. Mr Hugo Jacobson had begun speaking to the crowd. Before long, the spot light was on him and the fantastically gigantic theatre erupted into the sound of applause and cheers. John threw an arm around her shoulders from where he was stood backstage. Karol began chewing her lip again.

"John, I really can't do this. Why did I agree to come?" John sighed.

"Kitten, you'll be fine. You'll end up getting out there, getting into the music and playing spectacularly, like you always do. Just imagine it's us out there and not the audience, ok?" John's calm words seemed to help, if only a little. A man a little taller than they were walked up to them.

"Right Kitten, looks like this is where I leave you. You'll be fine, just try to relax. Ok?" He kissed her affectionately on her forehead. She smiled.

"I'll try. See you later, John." He winked at her before following the man out. The moment he was out of sight, she groaned and began pacing.

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Karol was thankful that she wasn't the first act on. She had to have time to pull all her wits together. Her family were watching her. And yet, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was going to happen. Calm down, Kit. It's your nerves. You're used to things happening when you've just relaxed. All those rescues you've done, the danger that you and your brothers constantly put yourselves in for people you don't even know, and you're afraid of playing a few tunes in front of an audience? Pull yourself together! Sighing, she checked her instrument one last time and looked at her watch. They had been there an hour and a half now. The gymnastics act left the stage to cheers and applause. Hugo came on clapping and smiling.

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Back on Tracy Island, the whole house was gathered around the TV set. Gordon lay on the sofa while Virgil sat on one of the chairs. Everyone was poised. They knew who the next act was going to be.

'Splendid, splendid! Such wonderful acts we have on tonight! So talented, so graceful, and in many cases, so beautiful. Of course, I can't say that about the gentlemen, now can I?' There was laughter. "And nothing less can be said for the next act that is on tonight." The atmosphere buzzed with excitement.

"She's coming on soon, I can't wait!" Tin Tin stated, clasping her hands together.

"Yeah, just as long as she doesn't suddenly chicken out like she did at the last concert." Gordon added.

"Yeah, but that was a long time ago. If she was going to do that, she would have by now." Scott looked over to his red haired brother, who nodded.

"You've got a point there. Virgil turned, his pride shining in his eyes.

"Shhh, he's announcing her."

'Yes, beautiful, graceful and talented. Just like out next act of the night. A young lady who is tonight our special guest. A lady who has not been seen in the limelight, never before heard in public. But when you hear her play, you will understand why she is our special guest. With her own renditions of various musical pieces, along with a few of her own, I give you Miss Karol Tracy!' The house erupted into prideful cheers and applause, mirroring that of the audience itself. However, they were sure that was simply because she was a Tracy.

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This was it. No turning back. Karol gulped, taking a deep breath and with a confidence that she didn't feel, stepped onto the stage. She purposefully scanned the crowd, picking out the smiling face of her twin brother. And then, with a deep breath to calm her nerves, she began playing.

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Karol had never felt so elated when she had finished her set. She had even somehow summoned the courage to actually talk to the audience, and actually found that she was thoroughly enjoying herself. And it must have shown. Now, sat in bed with John laying in the other, she felt a glow of pride rush through her. She was happy to be in the comfortable room. The worrying had drained her.

"Kitten, you were wonderful. All that worrying, and for what, huh?" John teased. She chuckled.

"Yeah, I guess. And hey, at least the rain has stopped."

"Yep. That's pretty good. So, when are we heading home?"

"Had enough, have you Johnny?" John laughed.

"Not as such, I just like to know that's all."

"Of course. Well, when do you want to head home? Sunday perhaps?"

"That's fine with me. We'll call home tomorrow." Karol nodded, snuggling down. John was out. And she thought she was tired. She smiled, allowing herself to drift off.

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It was mid morning when she finally came round. The sound of John's voice alerted her to the fact that her family already wanted to talk to her.

"Hang on dad, she's just woken up. I'll pass you over." He turned to her. "Morning, Sleeping Beauty. Dad's wanting to talk to you, as is the rest of the house, I figure." She smiled, taking the radio from him.

"Hey dad. How's it going out there?"

: Good morning Kitten. You were wonderful last night. You really were. I'm so…sorry, we're so proud of you: An indignant 'thank you' in the background told her that Gordon was the one who had said something. : I'll put the others on the line: A sudden hammering on the door stopped Karol from saying anything more. Frowning, she looked towards her brother as he went to answer.

"Hang on, dad. Someone wants us." John was almost barrelled over by the streak that was Sylvia. She looked scared and shaken.

"Erm, Dad, I'll call you back. Something's going on."

: Alright, Kitten. Let me know what's happening:

"Will do, father." She clicked the radio off. John seemed to be having a hard time consoling the teenager. "Sylvia? What's the matter?" Sylvia ran over to her, grabbing her arms and trying to pull her out.

"You have to come! Quick! I didn't know who else to come to!" She was speaking hurriedly.

"Sylvia, Sylvia, calm down. Take a deep breath, and start again. Only slower this time." She did as told. Karol sat her down. "John, get a glass of water, would you? Now tell me what the problem is."

"I-it's Jake! He's in trouble! Real trouble!" She sipped the water John handed to her.

"What sort of trouble?" he asked kneeling next to her. Sylvia wiped freshly fallen tears from her face.

"He…we were out playing. Mom and dad were arguing again, and we had to get away. We… went to down the path and…please! You have to come! Quick!" Karol guessed what had happened.

"Alright. John, go with her. I'll get dressed and join you." He nodded, letting the distraught girl lead him out of the door.

About five minutes later, Karol was jogging up to them. They were near a hole in the ground, Sylvia explaining animatedly what had happened, John kneeling and calling down. He looked up at Karol as she approached.

"He fell down there. Apparently the ground gave way underneath him. He says his foot hurts."

"Ok. Jake? Can you hear me?" A faint, scared 'yes' was her answer. "John tells me you've hurt your foot. Where does it hurt?"

"Ankle!" The voice was echoing, but it was still clear enough for her to hear that he was sobbing and beginning to panic. The sound of his sister crying wasn't doing much good, either.

"Ok, sweetheart, don't worry, we'll get you out." She turned to the young teenager. "Sylvia, is there a rope anywhere?" She nodded.

"My dad has one."

"That's wonderful. I need you to run back and get it. As quick as you can." Sylvia nodded and ran back the way they came." John looked at her.

"Do you think we need to call the others?"

"Not yet. If we can get him up, all we may need to call out is an ambulance. Did Sylvia say how long he had been down there?"

"About twelve minutes is my best guess. Here she comes." She looked worried.

"Keep talking to Jake. Sylvia?"

"I-I couldn't find dad's rope, and mom and dad aren't in, so I had to borrow this one from a neighbour. It's older than dad's though."

"Don't worry, it'll do."

"Karol!" The urgency in John's voice alerted her to the fact that the situation was getting worse.

"What is it?"

"There's water coming in!" Sylvia almost buckled, sobbing in panic.

"It must be a cave, and this is the blowhole. Alright, let's get this rope down. Jake? We're throwing a rope to you. I need you to be brave and grab hold of it. Can you do that for me?" There was a faint 'mm-hmm' and the sound of scraping. They carefully lowered the length down to him. Until Karol remembered just how deep underground caves could be.

"Sylvia, how far would you say he fell?"

"I-I don't know. About 5 metres?" The twin nodded, estimating the length they had.

"Ok Jake, I need you to grab hold now. Have you got it?"

"I can't reach, Miss Tracy! My foot hurts when I stand on it!" Karol cursed under her breath. If he couldn't put wait on it, it meant it was broken.

"Right. I'm going down."

"What!" John looked at her.

"I have to. It's the only way of getting him out. You're stronger than me. You can haul us both up. Sylvia, you help him. Ok?" Slowly, they pulled the rope back out of the opening, just as a watery gurgle reached their ears.

"Miss Tracy! The water!"

"Ok Jake, it's ok. I'm coming to get you. Don't panic." Quickly and securely tying the rope around her, she looked to her brother and nodded. Slowly, carefully, Karol was lowered into the rupture. The thundering of the water made her ears ring, and the change in air pressure seemed to muffle everything.

"Jake? Where are you?" she called. A rumbling that was not of water caught her ears. The roof was weak with erosion. And parts of it were starting to fall away.

"I'm here, Miss Tracy. I think I can see you!" He was terrified, and on the verge of panicking. From up above, John called down.

"Karol, that's it! There's no more rope!"

"Alright, I can just about reach him. Jake, take my hand." She reached down as a splash of icy sea water surged up at her, soaking her and the rope.

"I can't reach, Karol! I can't reach!" On pure instinct alone, Kit swung, grabbing his hand and planting her feet on the ledge that had broken his fall, just as another wave crashed into her, smashing her against the rocky cave wall, dazing her, and threatening to drag her off the shelf. She grabbed Jake, pushing him in front of her, using herself as a shield, as wave after wave crashed into the cave. And then it happened. The old, weathered rope snapped, causing her to collide with the rock again, only this time hard enough to knock her out.

"Karol! Karol, are you alright?" John called.

"Mr Tracy! Miss Tracy's not waking up! She's hurt! She's knocked out!"

John sat on his haunches. Karol was knocked out. From the sounds of it, it was hide tide and there was now no way of getting them out. Except for one.

"Sylvia, I brought a bag with me. There's a radio in there. I need it." The teenager nodded. John calmed himself down. There was only one way to get them out of this mess. They needed help, and they needed it fast.

TBC

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And that's chapter 4. Told you it would start getting more exciting. Hope you enjoyed it. I know I'm enjoying writing it. Stay tuned, folks.