Author's note: Thank you to Samantha Winchester for the beta.

All the residents of Tracy Island filed into the lounge with trepidation, wondering why Jeff had called them all to a meeting at such an odd hour.

Once they were all seated, Jeff spoke quietly, "Thank you all for coming. This is very hard for me, but you all deserve to know. Gerry Anderson has died today at the age of 83."

Grandma gasped, and then broke into tears. She was immediately tended to by Virgil and Gordon, who comforted her, despite the deep sadness they were feeling.

Alan pulled a sobbing Tin-Tin into his arms and buried his face in her hair, hoping that no one would notice the tears in his own eyes.

John, up on Thunderbird 5, turned away from the monitor, looking anywhere but at the faces of his distressed family, not wanting to accept the reality of what his father had just told them.

Brains hung his head, overwhelmed by the magnitude of their loss; Kyrano quietly said a prayer for the soul of the man who created them.

Scott stood up, walked to the window and stared out into the distance for a moment before turning to his father, "Thank you for informing us, father. Would you please convey our condolences to his family?"

"I certainly will, Scott. This is a sad day for us and for his many fans."

"Yes, father, it is a sad day indeed."