Just a small section to add some much needed John - Virgil conversation

John gently floated down into the co-pilot's seat, Virgil starting the complex procedures needed to undock Two from the Zero XL.

"Think you can remember where everything is?" he asked, him only a quick glance.

"I flew Two last week Virgil, I'm not a goldfish."

"You hovered her. From orbit. It's not the same."

"You just concentrate on flying, let me worry about remembering where the cup holders are."

Virgil snorted, but did as he was told, unlocking the docking clamps and easing the green giant free.

John took a few surreptitious glances around the flight deck. In truth it was very different being in the machine than controlling it from high above, and it had been months since he had stepped foot into any other Thunderbird than his own. Maybe if he needed to he could call up one of his holographic displays, control Two that way. At least it would be laid out the way he was used to.

"You ready?" Virgil asked as they cleared the Zero XL.

"Not really." John replied, talking about more than just his familiarity with this machine. As ever Virgil knew how to read below the surface, to understand what John actually meant without him having to be explicit.

"Me neither. Shall we go get dad?"