Tycho had been spending a lot of his own time tinkering with yet another invention that had caught his fancy. It was not going well and along the way, he had sort of forgotten what its intention was. The important thing was that he was having fun. So he had an oil streak on one cheek and his magnifying goggles were in place over his eyes as he tinkered with a wrench.

He looked up from where he had been sitting on the floor whilst doing his prior activity when he heard someone coming through the floo. He stood up in concern at the look on Fords face. Ford collapsed into his arms and Tycho held him close before nudging his chin so that the other would look up at him. "What's wrong? Has something happened to one of your siblings?"