you You know everything. How I got in the water? I can't promise I can fill in all the blanks, Holiday. But I'll do my best to answer any questions you have. Holiday, do you want a moment alone with Dr. Whittier? No. No, Mom. You should all be here with me. I'm glad you said that, sweetheart, because I wasn't planning on going anywhere. Me neither. That makes three of us. Five. I'm speaking for Brinling. Fine.
Mom, Dad, will you guys hold my hand? You don't even have to ask. James, Monica, I'm so grateful you took such good care of Holiday when I couldn't. It's been our absolute pleasure. So, my mom. My biological mom, I mean. Adelaide. My entire world. Sadly, her mother passed away when Addie was just a baby, so I was left to raise her on my own. I never knew that, Dr. Whittier. Like I said, I was careful to keep my private life hidden, even from you, Monica. What was Adelaide like?
I imagine she was a lot like you, Birdie. Mischievous, rambunctious, had just as much fun playing with dolls as she did throwing fastballs or collecting insects. That's totes me- Was she good in school? Smart as a whip. Do you know she taught... Hey, Brinley, you still carry that handheld voice recorder with you? Uh, how else do I leave motivational messages to myself?
Kate, we'll hit record now. I'm running low on memory. Please just do it. Whatever. You remind me so much of Adelaide Holiday. Except she didn't have power. Or did she? When I became a target, I decided to keep Adelaide hidden from the world, but I made sure she still got a stellar education. She excelled in dance, art, learned to speak multiple languages, but she didn't have what you'd call power.
Can we get to Holiday's cheating powers already? Brinley. It's okay. I'll admit I can get a little overzealous when reminiscing about my angel. So, when did she have me? I assume she met someone, got married, but you said you kept her hidden from the world. Ever wonder how you got such a unique name? When your mother was little, she had a hard time pronouncing Adelaide. It came out... Aladay. Which sounds like holiday.
Dr. Whittier, did you help raise Holiday? Not always, Cyrus. But I was very much a part of her life. In fact, watching Holiday grow up is what made me pull the plug on the Whittier project. I became acutely aware of all the wonderful aspects of childhood those kids were missing out on. It tormented me, too. Keeping them locked up without parents, families, without love. Yes, Monica. You and I certainly agreed on that. We started working out a way to give them a more normal life.
That. Her hunger for power made Whittier a dangerous place for me. I planned to take my family overseas for protection, but Angelica found out and sabotaged the plane we were on. The plane that we... And my parents? You and I were the only survivors, Holiday. So I whisked you back here, where I knew we'd be safe and surrounded by memories of your mother. But I let the world believe this house had been abandoned.
How can I not remember surviving a plane crash? Well, you didn't remember jumping out of a helicopter and face-planting in the harbor, so... tradition? Alaska, Dr. Whittier? This is where I'm afraid I won't be of much help, Birdie. You see, Holiday, you learned the truth about the Whitkids around the time you turned 11. To say it upset you would be an understatement. You couldn't get past the fact that these children wound up being used as weapons.
It caused such a rift between us that you fell in with the wrong crowd and ultimately ran away. The wrong crowd? You don't mean Badger. Did you say Badger? Unusual name. Unfortunately, I never met any of the kids you associated with. Are you saying I was basically a normal kid when I was with you? No superpowers? But she survived a plane crash, right? I can assure you, Holiday had no supernatural abilities when she was with me. If you let me, I can run some tests in the morning.
That may shed some light on things. Good evening. Did I startle you? Of course you did. Not me. I already saw you once, Eyepatch Lady. And as family? And others. This is my assistant, Delphine. Hi there, Delphine. Charmed to see you again, Holiday. It's getting late, Doctor. Shall I show our guests to their rooms? Rooms? As in we each get our own? That's right, Brindley. Unless you'd rather share? No! We've been on the road in close quarters.
quite a while. I understand. We have 12 guest rooms. Take your pick. All come with private baths, smart TVs, an assortment of gaming devices, and music and movies on demand. Age appropriate, of course. I think I'm going to like it here. Birdie, you might enjoy staying in Adelaide's old room. It's filled with her toys. I love this place. Please, Daddy, please. Please.
We'll talk in the morning, bird. Never leaving. Delphine, please show them to their rooms. Holiday, may I speak with you for a moment? Sure. Mom, Dad, I'll meet you guys upstairs. You're okay, sweetheart? Yeah, I'm good. See you in a minute, okay? We love you. Love you too. At the risk of getting overly emotional, I wanted to say how much it means to have you back home. I know you don't remember the time you spent here, but just like your mother...
You were everything to me. You still are. That's um... Okay, thanks. I should get back to my family. This is Birdie's room. It is indeed, Delphi. But Birdie isn't here anymore. She just died and went to toy heaven. What? Wow, Birdie's room looks like a toy store. Mine's a book lover's dream. And I have my own state-of-the-art makeup table and a closet full of vintage clothes. And there's even an oboe! Random.
So use the intercom if you need me. Oh, and Birdie, you'll find a jar of goodies on the dresser for your amphibious companion. Sweet! Bruce, we're in business. Night, folks. Thank you, Delphine. Good night. You guys, I might cry. This will be the first bed I've slept in that I haven't had to inspect for bed bugs in, like, forever. Enjoy yourselves, kids, but don't get too comfortable.
We don't know what tomorrow will bring. Never leaving. We're heading off to bed. Don't stay up all night. We won't. Night, Mom. Night, Dad. This is pretty amazing. I know. I don't know how to feel about it. You mean about Holiday finding her? Other family? It's great, right? This is what we always wanted? Right. Hey, guys. Holiday, how was your conversation with Dr. Whittier? It was good. He seems really nice. He's a brilliant man, and he was always very kind to me. I just... it's weird.
that memory of the helicopter. It's not what any of us was expecting, Holiday. But this could be great for you. Right, Monica? Yeah, really wonderful. I mean... if he's truly your grandfather. Just so you know, whatever happens... We know. We love you, too. See you in the morning. See you in the morning. Night, sweetheart.
Hey, Cy. Hey, Hals. Come in. I wanted to talk to you. I already know what you're gonna say. This all seems too good to be true, doesn't it? Kinda. I mean, look at the microscope in my- It's like they were expecting us. But that doesn't make sense, does it? I don't know. I thought once I found my family, everything would fall into place.
confused. Maybe after all we've been through, it's hard to trust anyone. Yeah, that's why I had Brinley record everything Dr. Whittier said. I'll start researching his story in the morning, see if it all checks out. Wow. Good move. Thanks, Sai. In the meantime, our rooms are pretty incredible. I think we should enjoy them while we can. Agreed. Night, Sai. Night, Holiday. Hey, for what it's worth, I really hope we're wrong. your grandfather. I know. I hope we're wrong too. For more great stories,