Stepney awoke in a familiar place. He recognized the smell of rust emanating from the red-orange husks of former engines. He felt a sinking feeling in his boiler. "No. No no I can't be back here.." He whimpered. He tried to move, but he had no coal or water. He looked around and saw that he was almost as rusty and decrepit as the scrap metal around him. "Somebody help me!" He exclaimed. There was no response other than his own echo, but that wasn't all he could hear. He heard the familiar sounds of blowtorches cutting metal and the distant screams of engines unfortunate enough to be here. Stepney panicked. Many thoughts raced through his smoke box. He asked himself why he was there and how he got there. "How could this happen?" He asked himself. "I was in near perfect condition!". tears began to form in his eyes. Suddenly, a couple workmen appeared carrying power tools. One them stepped forward. He was carrying a blowtorch. Stepney's eyes widened as the man workman lit the blowtorch. "No! Please! You can't do this!" He said in a panic. The blowtorch got closer and closer to Stepney's face. "I'm still useful! Please! "Just give me another chance!" Stepney begged. The workmen ignored his pleas and soullessly pressed onward The flame of the blowtorch was inches away from his face. "I'm still useful! I'm still useful!" Stepney repeated practically screaming at the top of his lungs. He could feel his his cheek melting in the heat of the flame. I'M STILL USEFUL! He yelled a final time.

"Stepney!" cried a voice. Stepney woke up to find himself back at in a shed. Rusty was with him. He had been sleeping in a narrow gauge shed next to Stepney's to keep him company. "You were having a nightmare." Rusty explained. "Its fine." Stepney replied. "I'm use to it." "Do you have these nightmares often?" Rusty inquired. "Um... Yes.. Ever since I left the scrapyard." Stepney Answered. "But they have been happening more frequently since The Fat Controller saved me from Arry and Bert." "How frequently?" Inquired Rusty. Stepney hesitated for a moment. "... Nightly" He replied. "Oh." Replied Rusty solemnly. "I'm really sorry to head that. I wish there was someway I could help." He continued. "That's OK." Said Stepney. "Let's just go back to sleep." Rusty was concerned. "Are you sure?" Rusty asked. "Yes Rusty. I'm sure." Stepney replied. He was very tired and emotionally drained from his dream. "Oh...OK. Goodnight" Said Rusty. "Goodnight." Stepney said back. Rusty went back to sleep. Stepney was about to do the same. "I'm still useful." He solemnly muttered to himself before drifting asleep.