"We should have split up," Scott stated as they came to the empty cove.

"How are supposed to know where he'd go?" John asked, "Alan knows this place better than any of us."

"And he only tells us about places he thinks we'll like," Virgil added, "Like this spot, he tell any of you?"

"No," Scott said as he and John shook their heads, "But he has told me about a really high point on the island that you can see anything from on a clear day."

"He showed me a great part of the beach for stargazing," John put in, "I think he explores just to share it all with us."

"Well it doesn't help with finding him, does it?" Scott back on topic, "We know places he's told us, but none of the places he kept to himself."

"Let's asks Gordo to find him," John suggested.

Virgil scoffed, "And risk Dad finding out we used IR tech to hunt down and question Alan…no thank you."

"I can get what I need from here," John said after some thought, and began to fiddle with his watch.

Virgil hid his worried look by walking over to the edge of the clearing. Scott looked over John's shoulder as he brought up a map of the island that showed five dots. "He's at the house?" Scott exclaimed, "How'd he get past us?"

"Like I said," John began, heading for the house, "He knows this place better than us."

Virgil followed his brothers, "So what are we going to do exactly?"

"I'm thinking water boarding," Scott mused, picking up the pace.

"No," Virgil said, continuing after Scott and John looked at him funny, "Can't get his hand wet, remember?"

"Tickle torture, then," John thought aloud, "He can never resist that."

"Yeah, but we can't tie him down," Scott mused, "So we have to be careful of his kicking."

"Why not have Onaha bake something amazing, then not give it to him 'til he talks," Virgil tried to for something less drastic.

Jon and Scott shook their heads, set on tickle torture, "Tickling is so much more fun," John decided.

By this time they had almost reached the house. As they passed the pool, Virgil pushed Scott into John making them both fall in, "What was that for?" Scott growled when he surfaced.

"I tripped?" Virgil tried to play it off.

"Traitor," John glared, "You've been working with him!"

"Oh, you are so dead," Scott said climbing out of the pool and advancing on Virgil. John got out on the other side and both cornered Virgil.

"Whoa, hey," Virgil held is hands up in surrender, "You guys take a simple trip too seriously."

"Give it up, traitor," John smiled menacingly, "You are going to be our hostage, that will make him talk!"

"What?" Virgil cried, trying to duck around his brothers.

Scott grabbed him in a head lock, however, and John pinned his arms behind him, "Oh no you don't," Scott muttered, "You are coming with us."

Jeff walked into living room as Scott and John dragged a struggling Virgil in. "You got found out, huh?"

"You knew?" John asked as Scott tied Virgil to a dining chair.

Jeff shrugged, "You two are the ones that ran off without him."

Scott cast a half glare at his father as he tied a cloth over Virgil's mouth. Virgil tried to talk but it was muffled, so he settled for trying to get out of the bounds.

"Alright, now we find, Sprout," Scott declared, "We know he's here, so shouldn't be too hard."

"Try his and Gordon's room," John suggested.

Scott thought for a moment, then shook his head, "Alan had to know that Virgil was helping him…but how?"

"You gonna talk?" John directed at Virgil, who shook his head defiantly.

"I say we look in the traitor's room first," Scott decided.

"I was just down there," Jeff spoke up, "Haven't seen him."

Scott narrowed his eyes, "John, take Fish's room. I'll take Sprout's. Then we can both search Traitor's."

John nodded and headed off for Gordon's room. "Watch him, would you?" Scott asked his father, while pointing to Virgil.

"Sure," Jeff smiled and Scott left for Alan's room, "So, what'd you put in your room?" Jeff asked Virgil once they were alone.

Virgil grunted in confusion and cocked his head. Jeff chuckled and removed the gag, "What are you talking about?"

"I know that you and Gordon had a plan. I know that you used this incident to implement that plan. And I know that you used the watches and possibly Five to do it. So what's in there?"

Meanwhile…

Alan looked around him, still in shock. Virgil's room was covered in paintings and photos, which really wasn't that unusual. What was unusual was the fact that all of the pictures were of Alan; Alan on the beach, Alan with Fermat or Tin-tin, Alan laughing with his brothers, Alan alone or with other people doing various activities.

"What have you been up to, Virgie?" Alan asked himself. He started to walk around and look at each of the pictures more closely. Virgil actually had a copy of his drawing he had been working on when Billy grabbed him. Then there was a version of it to the side with a bit of Virgil's flare. Alan lightly touched it as he continued to look at the images.

There were some sketches of Alan with his mom, but they were one's that he didn't recognize; in fact his mother was older and so was he. How'd you do that, Virgie? Alan found a picture of him laughing as Gordon pulled a prank behind him, "None of these moments had pictures," Alan thought aloud, confused.

More paintings were Alan with the Thunderbirds or around the island. There was even a sketch and then a painting of the cove Alan had directed Virgil to.

Alan was so absorbed in the art around him; he didn't hear the bedroom door open and close as someone entered.

"What do you think?" Virgil asked softly, making Alan jump.

Spinning around, ready to fight, Alan relaxed seeing Virgil, "Where'd you get all of these, Virgie? And why are they all here?"

"I painted most of them from memory, like this one," Virgil picked up the one with Gordon pranking.

"But why?"

Vigil smiled warmly, "Because you needed to see them."

"But I've only been home for four days…" Alan trailed off in confusion and also continued to examine the art.

"I did most of them over the years," Virgil explained putting an arm over Alan's shoulders, "Some I just did, like this one," he picked up the remake of Alan's drawing, "Thought I would express what I saw, but was inspired by yours. You did an amazing job by the way."

"Thanks," Alan mumbled, "What about this one?" he picked up the one with him and his mom.

Virgil took the picture and blinked away some tears, "I drew mom the why I think she'd be now and then put you with her."

"What exactly are we doing?" Alan asked curiously.

Virgil chuckled, "Well mom always liked to paint with her hands and anything that wasn't a brush. She did it a lot with each of us when we got older, but she never got to with you. So I made this, so it was as if she had."

Alan leaned in Virgil, "And why did I need to see these, Virgie?" He whispered.

"Because you need to realize that you have so much to offer and that you make us all who we are," Virgil explained taking Alan into a full hug, "Like this," Vigil picked up a photo of Scott working on Thunderbird One and Alan helping him. "There is also this," he pointed to a large print of Gordon right after he began to walk again after the hydrofoil accident, Alan was in the background ready to jump in and help Gordon but at the same time holding Scott and Jeff back from holding Gordon back. "You also share in all of our interest," Virgil pointed out a picture of John looking at the stars and Alan enraptured in whatever he was saying. There was also a picture of Virgil when he was first practicing his medical skills; Alan was on the bed, wrapped almost head-to-toe in casts, ace bandages, and many other supplies.

John and Scott were standing in the door way, both shocked by the state of Virgil's room and by what they heard Virgil telling Alan. Their heavy hearts lifted as they realized someone had finally gotten through to Alan; and now Alan was going to begin to really heal.

A beeping from Virgil's watch had everyone jumping, "Yeah, Gordon?" Virgil answered.

"Well, how'd it go?"