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No one really remembered when Alan started sleepwalking. It was the sort of thing that had gradually begun and hadn’t been worth much notice until it escalated to the point that it was happening on a regular basis.
He’d been seen doing all sorts of things while sleeping. Walking, eating, even changing his clothes. But then one night things took an unexpectedly disastrous turn.
Kayo knew that Alan walked in his sleep. It was a security risk, so of course she knew about it.
But, unlike the others she wasn't often up late enough to run into him while he was actually doing it. If she was awake in the middle of the night it was because she was on a mission somewhere with Thunderbird S.
But tonight she just couldn't sleep. The last mission she'd been on had been on the other side of the world and the jetlag was really kicking her ass.
In a desperate attempt to lull herself to sleep she'd even pulled up the driest, most boring documentary possible in her bedroom in the hopes that it would put her to sleep.
It wasn't working.
She paused the video and resigned herself to her fate.
Well, if she was awake, she might as well do a perimeter check and take a lap around the island.
She got up and changed into her regular clothes and pull on a jacket. It wouldn't do to go outside in her pajamas.
The island was quiet at this hour, with clear skies above and calm waters below. Occassionally the silence was punctuated by the sound of a wave crashing onto the shore or a particularly noisy bug.
Walking through the house proved that the place was secure, so she went outside and lightly jogged down the trails that led to the water and back around to the hangars.
A quick check on the Thunderbirds assured her that everything was exactly where it should be, so she took the elevator to return to the living quarters.
She turned the corner only to stumble into Alan, who was wandering about like a lost puppy.
"Alan?"
He didn't say anything, which was especially uncharacteristic of him.
Kayo stalked closer, now suspicious. "Alan, are you alright?"
At this angle she could more clearly see him face, a shaft of faint light from the windows bending across his nose and cheek.
It didn't seem like he was awake.
She sighed. It looked like she was going to have to babysit him until he put himself to bed or woke up.
Despite the fact that she knew he walked in his sleep, she'd never looked too deeply into it. Perhaps naively, she had assumed that the boys would always be around to deal with it.
All she knew was the vague notion that you shouldn't try to wake up someone who is sleepwalking. Probably.
Either way, she didn't want to startle him too much.
Kayo watched him putter around the room for a while aimlessly. He didn't appear to have much of an objective, so she let him be.
After a while he picked up one of the books that had been left on the holo-table and went back to his room. Kayo followed him to make sure that he got back to bed alright.
He was flopped down on the bedroom floor, face smushed into his quilt and sheets, which had come off the bed at some point. The book was still in his hand.
Kayo rolled her eyes and left him be. What was she going to do with him?
Virgil yawned into his hand and scrubbed at his face tiredly. He'd been up unfairly late doing maintainence on Thunderbird 2 after a rescue that had gone wrong and now all he wanted was something to eat before he went to bed.
He kicked his shoes off at the door and pulled on his slippers.
Moonlight filtered through the windows to illuminate the room. There was no need for him to turn the lights on given how bright it was tonight.
He headed for the kitchen.
It was cleaner than it had been around dinner time, so someone must have tidied things up and gone over everything with a soapy rag while he was doing maintainence.
Much to his surprise, he wasn't the only one in the kitchen at a strange hour. He could see the outline of a thin figure against the pale light.
It looked like one of the younger two. Likely Alan, since the shoulders weren't quite broad enough to be Gordon's.
Virgil leaned a bit closer to the wall and fumbled for the lightswitch.
The overhead lights turned on, a bit too bright for someone who had been standing in the darkness for so long.
Yep. That was Alan.
Chopping up an onion with the papery peel still attached.
While Alan was capable of cooking just as much as any of the other Tracy brothers, it wasn't something that he did when it wasn't his turn to make dinner.
"What are you doing?"
When he didn't get an answer, Virgil frowned. The lack of response was also distinctly out of character for his little brother.
"Alan? Are you okay?" He rested a hand on Alan's shoulder and peered at his face.
He looked pretty out of it. The expression on his face was blank and slack, eyes open enough that he was probably seeing what he was doing, but not enough that Virgil could say with confidence that he was awake.
He tried to remember what he knew about sleepwalking. This was the first time that he'd encountered his brother in this state, but he'd heard about it from the others. If they were right, then all he needed to do was direct Alan back to his bed and he'd be fine.
Honestly, the fact that he hadn't hurt himself with the knife while asleep was nothing short of a miracle.
Virgil gently pried it out of his fingers and set it in the sink. He moved his hand from Alan's shoulder to his elbow and pulled him away from the counter.
The teen followed, much more easy to move around than he'd been expecting, but he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
He steered Alan back to his room and took a moment to open the door before pulling him inside and directing him to his bed. The blankets were, luckily, still on the mattress so it was just a matter of picking the pillows up off the floor.
Virgil paused for a moment before tucking the comforter a little more tightly. It probably wouldn't keep him in bed if he started sleepwalking again, but he could hope.
Brains had been engrossed in upgrading MAX for desert terrain for the past… he looked up and checked the clock, then winced.
It had been several hours since dinner. At this point, most of the family had likely gone to bed and he had maybe another hour or two before Scott or Grandma Tracy came to check on him.
There were one or two things that he wanted to wrap up first before that happened. He hated leaving a project in the middle of a task. It just felt wrong.
With that in mind, he reached for the tools he needed and got back to work.
Several minutes later he heard the sound of someone walking near his lab. He peeked up from what he was working on to see Alan slowly wander past.
It wasn't very often that the youngest Tracy came down to this area. Especially this late.
Brain shrugged it off and resumed working, making the choice not to worry about it.
Except… he paused and put down the tool that he was holding. There wasn't really a reason for Alan to be in the lab unless he was going to run a simulation. And there was no way that he was actually supposed to be running a simulation this late at night.
Something was afoot and Brains intended to figure out what it was.
He tidied up his work area as quickly as he could and then hurried in the direction of the simulation room.
Alan was still within sight, clearly in no rush to get where he was going.
"Hey, wait-wait up!" Brains darted in front of him. "What are you doing up this late?"
He was rewarded with a blank stare and zero answers.
Ah. Sleepwalking again.
This wasn't the first time that he'd run into Alan while he was sleepwalking, but it was the first time it had happened so far away from his bedroom.
"Okay. Here's what we're going to-going to do. I'm going to lead you back to your bedroom and and you're going to go back to sleep." He knew that Alan couldn't really hear him like this, but he always felt a little better narrating everything out loud.
Brains gently took Alan by the elbow and pulled him around in a circle so that he was facing away from the simulation room. The youngest Tracy easily followed him, calm and compliant like he always was in this state.
"I don't think that taking the stairs is a great idea while you're sleepwalking." He explained as they stopped in front of the elevator.
The doors slid open and they stepped into the elevator and Brains hit the appropriate button, never taking his hand away from Alan's elbow.
The elevator dinged, letting them know that they had arrived at their floor, doors opening to reveal a hallway where someone had kindly left the lights on for him.
"H-here we are. Come on." Brains brought Alan out of the elevator and walked him the rest of the way back to his bedroom. When he opened the door he sighed. The blankets were on the floor again, indicating that someone had been sleeping on the floor instead of using the perfectly good bed that was right there.
He stepped over the wayward bedding. "Careful, your blankets are on the floor again." Alan almost slipped, but Brains kept a firm hand on his elbow and pulled him over to the bed.
"Just lay down and I'll get the bl-blankets for you." The teenager did as asked, and his eyes soon drooped shut.
The sheet was easily untangled from the comforter and draped over Alan. The comforter soon followed.
"There. Good night, Alan."
Assured that his job here was done, Brains quietly let himself out of the room and closed the door.
Scott was taking advantage of one of the rare quiet moments to work on paperwork. Virgil and Gordon were out on a rescue and Alan had just gotten back from a long trip in space.
The kid had been tuckered out so he'd sent him off to bed a couple of hours ago. Even though he could technically nap in Thunderbird 3 with a copilot it was still something that Scott had tried to discourage from the start because things could and would go wrong.
It was still daytime, so he wasn't too surprised when Alan came ambling back out of his room. The kid had always been good at sleeping, but it was about time to stop for a late lunch.
However, it was unusual to see him half in and half out of his uniform, the blue sleeves dragging on the ground behind him. Normally he was very responsible about his uniform. It was something he was proud of, so he always kept it folded and put away when he wasn't piloting Thunderbird 3.
Scott stared for a moment. Alan kept stumbling through the living room.
"…you good, bud?" He finally asked.
Alan didn't seem to even hear him. Scott pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh. He must be sleepwalking again.
This was the first time it had happened while he was napping during the day. It was a much more common occurrence at night. Although his sleep schedule had gotten more than a little bit messed up with all the travel between timezones and nighttime emergencies.
John did his best to make sure that they were only on call during the day, but there would always be certain calls during the night that they just couldn't say no to. Alan was more frequently called out on those types of emergencies than the others because he was the primary pilot of Thunderbird 3 and thus the most qualified person to go on missions in space.
Scott stood up from the desk just in time to catch Alan as he slipped on one of the sleeves of his uniform. He grabbed his little brother firmly by the bicep and hauled him upright.
By some miracle he was still asleep.
"Alright, lets get you back to bed."
He guided Alan back to his bedroom and plonked him on the bed to pull the uniform off by the feet. It slipped off easy as anything and Scott folded the clothing before putting it where he knew Alan would look for it later.
After a moment's consideration he pulled the edge of the comforter up around his brother's shoulders and swept his bangs away from his face.
Alan looked so calm and peaceful like this. As if he didn't have any of the worries that Scott knew he kept close to his heart when he was awake.
Scott didn't regret letting Alan join International Rescue, but sometimes he considered whether it would have been better to make him wait until he was 18.
It wasn't like it was worth thinking about now. What was done was done.
He turned away from the bed and headed back to Dad's desk to finish his paperwork. When it was time for dinner he'd come back and wake Alan so they could eat together as a family.
Gordon was laying on his back, feet dangling off the edge of the pool, back against the chill tiles of the patio. The stars glistened above him, untouched by light pollution this far away from civilization.
It was times like these that he was glad they lived in such a remote location.
He sat up when he heard the sound of the door opening. It seemed that someone else also couldn’t sleep tonight.
John was hardly on Earth long enough to sleep over, and Scott typically stayed in his bedroom if he woke up at night. Virgil would occasionally go looking for something to do, though.
The soft sound of feet against the patio grew louder and Gordon tilted his head back to see who was joining him to watch the night sky.
Alan was walking toward the pool, shoulders loose and relaxed for the first time all day, eyes drooping almost shut.
The corners of his mouth lifted up in a teasing smile. “Finally try some of that calming tea that John suggested?”
Alan didn’t say anything, simply continuing on his way to the pool.
Gordon had a split second to put two and two together. He lunged for his brother, getting his feet under himself just in time to wrap his arms around Alan and drag him away from the water.
His breath caught in his throat for a moment. That had been a close call.
He regularly fished people out of the water, but that didn’t mean he was comfortable doing it at home. Home was supposed to be safe.
One deep breath. Two deep breaths. Three. Four. Five.
Alan was safe in his arms and still blankly staring dead ahead. He’d always been a bit of a heavy sleeper and it had only gotten worse once he’d joined International Rescue when he was old enough.
Scott said it was because he was a teenager. John had said something about high stress situations influencing sleep patterns using science-y words that Gordon was unfamiliar with.
His field was oceanography, not sleep medicine, okay?
Gordon slowly loosened his hold on his brother, half afraid that he was going to start walking away the moment he was free.
On second thought…
He adjusted his grip and lifted him up in a one-person lift, pulling Alan’s arm around his shoulder and letting him safely flop his head in the crook of Gordon’s neck.
The kid was much more pliable asleep like this than he was when he was awake. It would be adorable if it wasn’t so concerning.
Gordon slipped through the open patio door, not bothering to close it. The nighttime air was about the same temperature as it was indoors, and he knew that whoever got up in the morning would close the door before it got too hot out.
He headed back to where the bedrooms were, then paused at Alan's door to bump it open with his hip so he wouldn't knock his brother's head against the wood.
Alan's room was nowhere near as messy as Gordon's was, but it still bore the distinctive mark of teenagehood. His uniform had been appropriately dealt with as soon as he'd gotten home, but his civvies from earlier in the day had been cast onto the floor.
Gordon stepped over the pile of clothes and sidled around the corner of the bed. The sheets and comforter were half kicked off the mattress so he lowered his brother carefully onto the bed before gathering things up.
He walked to the other side of the bed and got comfortable with the spare pillow, then spread the sheets and comforter over himself and Alan. The sheets were dark blue with stars sprinkled across them and the comforter depicted the solar system.
It was a bit of a tight fit, but it was cozy. Gordon wrapped an arm around his brother to prevent any more late night shenanigans and closed his eyes.
He should probably talk to someone about getting a system in place for Alan's sleepwalking, but that was a problem for tomorrow.
John was a light sleeper because he had to be. Before EOS, he needed to be up in a matter of minutes in order to respond to emergencies across the globe. Things didn’t simply stop happening just because it was time for him to go to bed.
There was always something happening somewhere on Earth.
“John, I have detected unusual activity on Tracy Island.”
He immediately sat up and unbuckled himself from from his bunk, then pushed off the wall to drift into the main hub of Thunderbird 5.
EOS’s camera turned to look at him, and if he didn’t know better, he’d say it looked concerned. The lights briefly changed to red before resuming their usual green.
“What’s happening?” He asked.
People had always tried to locate Tracy Island and infiltrate their base of operations. That was why the Thunderbirds each had their own defense mechanisms on top of the island’s more typical security measures.
John started poking through the feeds that he had access to through Thunderbird 5. If something fishy was happening he’d probably be able to spot it pretty quickly.
EOS pulled up a particular feed that focused on the hangar. “Thunderbird 3 appears to be preparing for takeoff. I attempted to contact the pilot, but there was no response.”
That wasn’t quite what he expected.
He peered at Thunderbird 3, a nagging feeling that he was forgetting something tugging at his gut.
“No one tripped the security system?” That was highly unusual. The only person who would be able to do that would be someone in the Tracy family, but everyone should be asleep right now…
“No.” EOS seemed offended by the implication that someone could sneak past her. “I double and triple checked every security measure in place. Nothing was triggered, tripped, or flagged.”
The nagging feeling grew into a small pool of dread.
He cut through the myriad of feeds and pushed the button to communicate directly with Thunderbird 3 via video.
“Thunderbird 3, this is Thunderbird 5, do you copy?” He could see Alan in the pilot seat, but something was wrong. “Alan? Alan, do you copy?”
John could now see why EOS had woken him up. Normally an audio call was enough for her to communicate with people, so she must have missed a crucial detail that was now clear through a visual assessment.
Alan was asleep.
Alan was piloting Thunderbird 3 in his sleep.
He often did things in his sleep, so it wasn’t surprising to see him doing something that was a part of his daily routine. In fact, Grandma had caught him dreaming about piloting Thunderbird 3 before.
However, this was the first time he’d actually made it the whole way to the cockpit unchecked.
It was approximately 2:00 AM at Tracy Island, but John could easily wake everyone up with the emergency alert system.
He pushed the feed with Alan aside to keep an eye on it. The kid was still doing his pre-flight checks so he had a little bit of time to work with.
Gosh, it was a miracle nothing had gone horribly wrong yet.
John hit the emergency alert button and immediately opened up a video call to the lounge area.
His brothers stumbled into the area, still groggy due to being roused abruptly from their rest.
Gordon yawned widely and rubbed at his eyes. “What’s going on?”
“We have a situation.” John started, only to be interrupted by the sound of Thunderbird 3 taking off.
Scott frowned. “If you’re sending out Alan out, there was no need to wake everyone up, John.”
“That’s the thing. I’m not. Alan is sleepwalking again. Er, sleepflying, really.” He explained.
Everyone stood still for a second, eyes wide, before Virgil dashed for the hangar with Scott hot on his heels.
“Can’t you just take control of Thunderbird 3 from up there?” Gordon asked.
If he could, he would’ve by now.
“I can’t override any of the Thunderbirds. The only autopilot feature we could use in this situation is on the island in the control room and is currently offline for maintainence.”
“What about EOS? Can she hack the system?”
John looked at her camera from the corner of his eye. “Maybe if we could establish some kind of link, but as it is I’ve just got a comm line open. The only thing I can do is watch and talk to Alan from here. I think someone’s going to have to manually board Thunderbird 3 and wake him up if he doesn’t wake up on his own.”
“I wonder where he thinks he’s going?” Gordon mused. “It’s not like he has a routine flight pattern to follow.”
“That’s a really good point.” John checked the video feed from Thunderbird 3. “I can’t calculate a flight plan without more information.”
Suddenly he was hit by the gravity of the situation. “We’ve got to get Thunderbird 3 landed before he collides with any planes in the area.”
“Holy shit, you’re right!” Gordon exclaimed. “If he hits another vehicle that’s game over for both of them.”
John opened up communications with Thunderbird 2. “Virgil, are you done with pre-flight checks yet?”
“No, but I’ll be done in a second. Scott’s coming with me to man one of the pods in case we need it.”
Scott waved from the backseat. “Don’t worry John, we’ll bring him home.”
“Alright. Keep me posted on the situation.” He hung up and returned his focus to Gordon.
“Can you let Grandma, Kayo, and Brains know what’s happening? I have no idea how things are going to turn out, but regardless we need to put measures in place so that this doesn’t happen again.”
Gordon nodded. “I’m sure we can figure something out.” He headed off to wake the others up and get them up to speed on the situation.
“EOS, can you contact CATCH and tell them about the situation? Thunderbird 3 might not show up in their system.” John requested.
“Of course. Contacting CATCH now.”
It wasn’t a perfect solution, but CATCH could at least warn aircraft to avoid the area Thunderbird 3 was flying in, and if there was an accident it would be marginally easier to handle.
John closed the communication channel to Tracy Island and glanced over at the feed showing the cockpit of Thunderbird 3. Alan was confidently guiding his ship through the air, eyes still at half mast.
Thunderbird 2 was slowly gaining on Thunderbird 3. In hindsight, it might’ve been better for them to take Thunderbird 1 and just have Scott hit the afterburners, but the panic was understandable.
It was easy to keep your head when you were rescuing a stranger. It was another thing entirely to find out that your brother was the one in trouble.
A red light flashed on the holographic display. Exactly what they had feared. A plane was flying directly toward Thunderbird 3 and likely had no idea that the other aircraft was in the vicinity.
John immediately hit the button to open up communications with the plane.
“This is International Rescue, do you copy?”
“International Rescue, this is Cargo Flight 230.” The pilot responded. “I read you loud and clear.”
“Great. I need you to reroute. We have an unpredictable aircraft in the area and no way to contact the pilot. CATCH is aware of this and should be able to adjust your flight plan accordingly.” He explained.
“Contacting CATCH and rerouting now. Thanks for the heads up, International Rescue.”
John cut the call short and breathed a sigh of relief before he noticed another blip on the display. While he had been talking to Cargo Flight 230’s pilot another plane had gotten perilously close to Thunderbird 3.
If he hadn’t spent precious seconds contacting Cargo Flight 230, then he would have been able to prevent the collision that followed.
John knew that this moment would haunt him for years to come.
But he couldn’t focus on that right now, so he shoved the thought to the back of his head and opened up communications with the plane that had been hit.
“This is International Rescue, do you copy?”
He waited for a few tense seconds before the pilot responded.
“International Rescue, thank goodness. This is Cargo Flight 761. We were hit by an unidentified aircraft and one of our wings were severely damaged in the collision.”
“I’m sending Thunderbird 2 your way. CATCH has been notified of the unidentified aircraft and we are working on getting it out of the air.”
John closed the channel. Thunderbird 2 was going to have to handle the new energency situation and they were just going to have to hope that Alan had woken up and could handle Thunderbird 3 by himself.
It was a deeply awful choice to have to make, but they had all decided to join International Rescue with the knowledge that someday they would have to make that decision. They simply couldn’t save everybody.
He started a video call with Thunderbird 2. “Virgil, I’m going to have to reroute you. Thunderbird 3 hit Cargo Flight 761 and they lost part of a wing. You’re going to have to slow them down so that they can land.”
“Got it. Just send the coordinates and we’ll head on over.”
“What about Alan?” Scott protested. “Thunderbird 3 was part of the collision, shouldn’t we at least try to do something to help?”
“No. You need to focus on cargo plane.” John said. “I’m going to try contacting Alan. If he’s awake, then I’ll try to guide him somewhere to land.”
Scott clearly didn’t feel confident in this plan, but he couldn’t argue against it. He knew just as much as John and Virgil did that Alan had a better chance of landing Thunderbird 3 than the unnamed pilot had of landing their cargo plane.
Their family had experienced grief before and if they could spare another family from experiencing it then they had to take that opportunity, no matter how slim it was.
Even if it put them in impossible situations like this.
“Right, well, we’re going to see what we can do about that cargo plane,” Virgil said to end the conversation.
“Good luck.” John ended the call and switched over to trying to contact Thunderbird 3 again.
“This is Thunderbird 5, do you copy?”
There was no immediate response, but John held onto the hope that Alan just needed a moment. He waited a few minutes before repeating himself.
A crackly, staticky sound came from the audio system and the holographic display showed a poor image of Alan in the pilot’s seat. It was difficult to make out the expression on his face, but John thought that he looked more awake and alert than the last time he’d checked in on him.
“John? John, are you there?” The audio quality was abysmal, but he could make out the words clearly enough to understand.
“Alan! Are you okay? What’s the damage looking like?” John asked.
“Um, Thunderbird 3 is pretty much intact, but something got knocked loose on the inside, because the communications system is all weird and half my navigation system is down.”
That wasn’t good. “Okay. I’m going to help you find a place to land. You’re currently over the ocean, but it isn’t that far to land.”
He zoomed in on the map to assess the situation in more detail.
“Thanks, John.” Alan was silent for a moment. “What happened, anyway? I just woke up in the cockpit and I don’t remember anything between now and going to bed.” He sounded a bit distressed, which was understandable.
“You were sleepwalking again. This time you ended up walking the whole way to the cockpit and got Thunderbird 3 started up before anyone noticed that something was wrong.” John explained.
A shaky sigh sounded from the other end of the line.
“You’re going to be okay Alan,” John said. “We’re going to land Thunderbird 3 on a nearby island. I imagine that’s where Virgil and Scott will be landing with the cargo plane that hit you.”
“Okay. Let’s do this, then.”
“I’m sending the coordinates to your system, but I’m also going to stay on the line with you. The island is North-Northwest of your current location. You should be able to see it already.”
“Yeah, I can see it. There are a lot of trees, but it looks like there’s a clear area just past that.” Alan said.
“Good. Just head in that direction and you should be fine. I’ll let Scott and Virgil know where you are.
John watched quietly as Alan steered Thunderbird 3 to the aforementioned clearing and set her down.
“Okay, I’ve got her parked and everything.” Alan said.
“Are you good if I end the call now?” John asked. He didn’t want to leave Alan hanging, especially if he was still shaken up after the collision, but he also needed to check in with Scott and Virgil.
“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s not like I’m going anywhere, anyway.”
“Right. Hanging up now.”
He switched back to the line that connected directly to Thunderbird 2.
“How’s going over there, guys?”
“Pretty good all things considered,” Virgil answered. “We’ve got the cargo plane and are setting her down in a couple of minutes. Didn’t even need to use any of the pods.”
“Good.” John swiped through a couple of text notifications on the holographic display. “The company that owns the plane has been alerted about the accident and they’re sending someone out to retrieve the pilot and cargo.”
“What about Alan?” Scott asked. “Is he okay?”
“He’s fine. I suspect he’s a bit bruised and shaken up from the impact, but he seemed to be all there when I talked to him. He’s got Thunderbird 3 parked on the same island you’re headed towards.” John answered.
“Thank goodness.” Scott visibly deflated with relief. “It could have been so much worse.”
John nodded. “I agree. That’s why I told Gordon to get Brains and Kayo on it. They should have a solution figured out by the time you all get back to Tracy Island.”
“Setting the plane down now.” Virgil interrupted. “I’m just going to land Thunderbird 3, then Scott can go ride with Alan on the way back.”
Scott started unbuckling himself and stood up. “Sounds like a plan. We’ll let you know if there’s anything you should be aware of, John.”
He took that as his cue to wrap things up. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow morning.”
John ended the call and let out a sigh of relief. That had been a particularly disastrous incident, but it could have been so much worse. He was glad that things had worked out.
He let himself drift back to out of the hub and towards his bed. With Scott and Virgil on the scene, any injuries or other complications would be swiftly taken care of. Alan and the pilot were in good hands. The best thing that he could do now would be to get some rest to make sure that he had enough energy to deal with a full day’s schedule tomorrow.
Alan's sleepwalking had graduated to a genuine safety issue at this point. It was no longer something that he could afford to be embarrassed by if he now had to worry about people other than himself being hurt by his actions.
After much deliberation, the solution they settled on was laughably simple.
Brains and Kayo set up a motion detector in his bedroom that would alert someone if he got up in the middle of the night. Now they all could rest easy knowing that whatever happened, someone would be there to take care of things before shit hit the fan.