The trip home was painfully long and achingly silent.

Alan sat in the back while him and Kayo sat in the cabin. He would look back every now and then, and just see his brother huddled in the seat, looking out the small window forlornly. Gordon could see he was still playing it over and over in head and wished there was something he could do. He looked to Kayo as she announced their approach to the island.

Their grandmother had decided to stay with Scott and Virgil, though Gordon had a horrid suspicion that they didn't want her there. He had spoken to Scott, he knew the eldest had been faking how much he was sleeping, that was his thing, and Virgil had out right told him to leave and hadn't been particularly polite about it, But when their grandmother was there they where silent. There was an air of putting up with it for her sake, but it was a cold feeling. They lay bitter and angry while she talked happily about what she would do when they where home.

He pushed the thoughts aside as they landed, he had to deal with Alan. His brothers where old enough to look after themselves and his grandmother was more then capable.

If anyone could get through to them he had faith it would be her.