We've all heard of the Lost Engine of Sodor. Lady, whether one loves or hates her, is known for supposedly being the source of the life force for all engines. However, legends often aren't completely true, and this would definitely be the case for Lady.

Lady is indeed a magical engine, though not in the sense that some think of her as. She is not a goddess, and the lives of all steam engines don't depend on her existence. However, she does have abilities that others don't possess. She has extensive psychic abilities, and can heal others to an extent.

While many engines have at least heard of Lady, there is another who is not so well known. One with similar abilities, perhaps even more.

Blackwell Scrapyard, present day

It was nighttime, and Daniella was restless. She couldn't help but feel like something was just…off. She had already done her rounds, checking on the ailing engines several times, and found nothing out of the ordinary. One of the condemned engines had recently died, but this sort of thing was to be expected in a place such as this.

Taking care to be as quiet as possible so as not to wake those who were merely sleeping, she moved the recently deceased diesel to an area where dead engines were stored before being disassembled. After shunting the lifeless diesel amongst the others, she looked around. Several rows of dead engines sat before her, all in various states of decay. Noticing that a few of them had been sitting so long that their faces had completely rotted off, she heaved a sigh.

"I've really gotta scrap those things," Daniella muttered, looking at the ghastly sight. "Not tonight though…"

She was about to head back to her shed when a horn sounded from outside. Wondering who was honking, she headed towards the gates and out of the scrapyard.

Not too far away, Paxton was sitting on the tracks, looking nervous. Daniella spotted the green diesel and approached, giving off a short blast of her own horn.

"Paxton, what're you doin' out here at this time of night?" she said.

"Dani! Oh, thank goodness!" Paxton said, sounding relieved. "I was heading back to Sodor, but I ran out of fuel. I think my tank might've been leaking. Now I'm stuck here," he looked down.

"Don't worry, I'll get ya home," Daniella said to him as she was coupled up.

Paxton smiled. "Oh, thank you, Daniella!" he said, grateful for the assistance.

"No problem. Say, why were you out here in the first place?" said Daniella.

"I had to deliver some supplies to that other heritage railway a little ways north of here. Hiro normally would've done it, but he had an accident yesterday and is still at the Steamworks, and no other engine was available. Norman couldn't do it, he's sick again," Paxton furrowed his brows in concern. Norman had always been a rather sickly engine. "I'd hit a rock that was on the tracks on the way back, I think it put a hole in my fuel tank," he said.

"You must've really oiled yourself, all down the line!" Daniella said, snickering.

"Hey…" said Paxton.

"Relax, it can happen to anyone. Besides you should see the kind of shit I gotta deal with…er, maybe ya don't. But I see all kinds of leaks," said Daniella. "Blood, oil, bloody oil mixed with infected grease—"

"Yuck!" Paxton exclaimed. "Um…I'd rather you not tell me any more…it's just…I don't want to have nightmares tonight," he said. He was well aware of what Daniella's job entailed, and he would much rather not think of all the gruesome details. Being out of fuel in this area was bad enough!

A little while later, Daniella dropped Paxton off at the Dieselworks, where he was immediately looked over. The workers and Paxton thanked Daniella as she left to go back home. Afterwards, they began patching the hole that had been torn in the little diesel's fuel tank.

The entire time, Diesel 10 remained fast asleep in his shed…

The next day, Paxton was ready to go back to work. He was fueled up and soon headed to the docks to go pick up some trucks to take to the quarry. Once at Brendam, he hummed happily as he arranged his own train. On the next track, Henry was waiting for his train, and chatting with Edward. The big green engine looked somewhat worried.

"I'm sure it's just another silly rumor," Edward said in a reassuring voice.

"I certainly hope so, I wouldn't want s—scrapyard monsters roaming about!" Henry said shakily.

Paxton gulped. "Scrapyard monsters?" he said.

"Don't worry yourself, Paxton. There's just been a silly rumor going around about weird and unusual things happening in scrapyards. I'm sure it's nothing more than…well, scrap," Edward said kindly.

Paxton wouldn't have given this bizarre conversation a second thought, had it not been for the fact that Henry wasn't the only one who had heard some bizarre rumors. Apparently, the narrow-gauge engines had heard them too, and Luke was also worried.

As he waited for his trucks to be loaded up with stone, he listened in to the conversation:

"Luke, there is nothing to worry about, scrap doesn't come to life. Where did you hear such a ridiculous thing?" Rheneas said.

"Rusty told me, but he heard about it long ago, I don't know from whom," Luke replied.

Skarloey and Rheneas exchanged glances. It wasn't like Rusty to play tricks on others.

Then, Rusty approached. "Luke had asked me to tell him a story last night, so that's what I did," he said, looking remorseful.

"Well you've certainly frightened him!" said Rheneas.

"Now now Rheneas," Skarloey chided, "what was this story about?"

"It's just a story my driver told me a long time ago, he said he heard it from another driver back in the 60s," Rusty replied. "It was about a lost engine."

"Who, Lady?" Rheneas asked.

"No, not Lady," Rusty said with a slight chuckle, "though I'm sure this lost engine really is just a legend. It was about a diesel engine that could come back from scrap and has magical powers that it can't control."

"And it brought scrap to life!" Luke interjected.

"Yes, but it's just a story, Luke. It's not real," said Rusty.

Paxton let out a sigh of relief, and chuckled to himself. Of course, it was just another silly story that got spread around as a rumor. He was well aware that this type of thing happened frequently on Sodor. Engines did have a tendency to gossip, after all.

A week had gone by, and nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Lady had returned to Sodor for her annual visit, and most engines welcomed her warmly. Her first day back on Sodor went quite pleasantly, she was toured around the island and got to enjoy the sights and sounds. However, the closer she was to the mainland, the more she sensed…something. No, someone.

This oddity remained with her throughout the day, and that night, she didn't sleep. Instead, she headed out towards Vicarstown and sat near the bridge.

"Lady, is something troubling you?" Burnett asked with concern.

"Yes, Burnett," Lady replied. "I can feel the presence of another like myself."

Burnett shook his head. "You're one of a kind, Lady. Surely there couldn't be another, we'd have heard of it by now."

"Oh, Burnett, nothing is truly impossible," Lady said softly, focusing her eyes upon the horizon.