After the shipment was delivered, Donald and Douglas had one more concern in their funnels. "What will the Fat Controller say?" they wondered. They found out soon enough. He was at the far end of the platform, talking to Emily.
"Emily? Why are you covered in snow and why is the shipment late?" he asked sternly, pointing to the clock. Emily sighed with exasperation.
"Leave me alone, sir. I've had quite enough of those troublesome twins already. Ask them," she said, a little feisty. "All I will say about them is…some arguing, swapping places, delaying other trains and causing a snowball to derail and almost injure me until Harvey helped me out, and here I am, a little shaken and snowy, but triumphant."
"And even with a warm firebox to keep shoveling coal with, we are still cold after getting buried in that snowball," shivered Emily's driver. But suddenly, the Fat Controller heard shouts from the back of the train The Fat Controller understood it wasn't Emily's fault and gave her a wink.
"If you want your disrupted peace to be addressed, you'll get it, Emily," he promised. "I'm actually going to do something I did before."
"What do you mean, sir?" Emily asked.
"I'll scold them in the same way I did Thomas after he rescued Ryan…but as I learned a lesson from you back then, I'll listen to the twins too."
"…Thank you, sir," Emily managed to smile as she was uncoupled and she went to find another track to leave the station.
At the back of the train, Donald and Douglas were still bickering over who said what first…until they were interrupted.
"Donald and Douglas!" the Fat Controller exploded. The twins' hearts stood still.
"What are you playing at NOW?! I thought you could learn to be more responsible after your tender incident last winter. WHAT…HAPPENED?"
"We…well, you see sir, perhaps we spoke a little too much and maybe we could have done better and…perhaps we argue a little too much."
"Huh! Honestly, you two!" said the Fat Controller. "Enough excuses! Emily gave me the short story, so OUT with it!"
"…We thought the train was too long for just the two of us, so we argued whether or not we could take it alone…until Emily came to help us," explained Douglas.
"I took the front first and Douggie took the back behind Emily. He began telling stories about me to Emily, and when I heard her laugh about it, I insisted to swap places, leading to Toby, Gordon and Henry all being delayed or messed up somehow," said Donald.
"Then when I heard him telling stories to Emily about me, I stopped the train, right on Gordon's Hill," said Douglas. "I thought the flatbeds would hold their brakes on, like James' trucks usually do so Emily wouldn't be pushed back down…but I was wrong. A piece of coal fell out of Donnie's tender as we both argued…then it rolled back down into a snowball…and knocked Emily off track. It wasn't her…it was both of us." When they were finished, the twins braced themselves…then the Fat Controller spoke again.
"Be that as it may, it was an extremely foolish thing to do! I would have expected MUCH more rational behaviour from you and I am disappointed in both of you!"
Donald and Douglas said nothing, feeling very silly for what they did to their sister-figure.
"Well, Donald and Douglas," said the Fat Controller. "You wanted to show Emily a thing or two, and you've certainly done that. Firstly, you've shown her how reckless it is to bicker on Gordon's Hill! AND you've shown her how rude it is to put her in the middle of your childish nonsense! Toby almost crashed, the express has been delayed and your snowball derailed Emily!"
"Aye, sir," said Donald. "You have Emily to thank. She really let us have it out there after her accident. I think she would have shocked you, especially in the way she yelled at us."
Emily came back on Thomas' line and went on, looking a little nervous. "It's true, sir," she said. "They were arguing so relentlessly, I believe that if I didn't scold them so harshly, we wouldn't have delivered this shipment until nightfall. I will of course leave the scolding to you if necessary, but begging your pardon, sir, I would be happy if you can inform these…engines that I will only work completely behind or completely in front of them." The twins started arguing over who should have offered her that chance first.
"SILENCE!" snapped the Fat Controller. "Emily, I am pleased with you for stopping the argument, but NOT with the magnitude of your reaction upon derailing. You have caused a disturbance!" He then turned to Donald and Douglas. "As for YOU," he thundered. "You've been worse! You MADE the disturbance! Emily is quite right; she is to take the full front or full back of any trains she helps you with, and NO questions asked! Your constant, unholy arguing has caused major disruption to my railway!"
"Aye, sir," said Douglas. "We didnae mean for that to happen. We should have known not to leave her with that long train."
"And it sounds like Emily was very angry at both of you, and rightfully so! I'm giving you until 10:00 p.m. tomorrow night to make amends for what you did do her," groused the Fat Controller. "If you do not do this before time's up, go to your shed IMMEDIATELY at 10 'o clock tomorrow night! And you can stay there for the rest of the week. Emily did not deserve any of your childish ravings whatsoever!" Then the Fat Controller gave his full attention to Donald and Douglas' numbers on their tenders. Then he looked at their name-plates.
"If it happens again," he ended, ominously. "…I shall find ways to pull you back to your first days being here…when you had that trouble with the missing coach and masquerading with each other's tenders. In other words, your Sudrian career is, ahem…on the line! Need I say MORE?"
And he walked bluntly away as Emily made her way out of Vicarstown Station, looking sternly at the twins as she passed by. Donald and Douglas made their own way back to their sheds in Arlesburgh silently and nervously…
When Emily got back to Knapford Sheds, Thomas was there, waiting to hear her story. At last, Emily could settle down with her star and forget her troubles. She smiled as she entered the warm shed and buffered up to Thomas.
"Make yourself comfortable, Emily," welcomed Thomas. "You look like you've worked hard. So how was it with the twins?"
"Before I tell you anything, Thomas," said Emily. "Please be a dear and help me forget my stress today. I'll tell you what is was right after."
"It will be my pleasure," grinned Thomas. He buffered up to her and took hold of her lips, kissing her lovingly for a minute or two. Thomas' kisses made Emily feel so warm inside, the snow from her accident melted right off. She kissed Thomas right back, feeling much, much better. After that, Emily rubbed her nose on Thomas' and playfully nibbled his cheek with her lips.
Thomas looked down. "You kind of made a puddle, Emily," he smirked. Emily looked down and could see that her snow had melted.
"Tommy…don't be like that," she said sternly, but smiling.
"Sorry. I meant it in a good way, that you're clean and fully emerald," he replied.
"Oh, alright then," said Emily.
"So…what happened, Emily?" Thomas asked. "How did it go working with both twins?"
"Well," said Emily. "After you left the docks, I came up and told Donald and Douglas about the train needing another engine. Donald took the front of the train and Douglas and I took the back. At first, we did quite well. Douglas told me about when he and Donald argued once over pushing or pulling the other, then how Donald reversed into a signal box when they first came here. I think Donald could hear Douglas talking and me laughing through the pipes, so he wanted to swap places with Douglas."
"I can only imagine," said Thomas.
From outside, Gordon was passing through Knapford, when he heard voices coming from the sheds. He stopped and listened in through the closed doors and could hear Thomas and Emily's voices.
"I asked Douglas kindly if he'd take the front. He accepted because of my kindness, but their swapping gave Toby a snow-beard, like Father Christmas and Gordon's express was held up," said Emily. "After the swapping, Henry got held up too, but decided to let the twins go once. As we huffed on, I told Donald about Douglas telling stories about both of them. Donald told me about when Douglas broke down and needed to be saved. I laughed and Douglas stopped us…right at Gordon's Hill. I thought the twins were becoming silly. And of course, when Donald left my tender to swap back, I had to try and hold the train myself…while they kept arguing."
Thomas took a look at Emily. "What happened then, Emily? Did they see their mistake?"
"Well, eventually, the train pushed me back down the hill. That wouldn't have been too bad. I could have just stopped safely at the bottom…if it weren't for Donald's snowball."
"Is that why you looked like my favourite snow angel at Vicarstown?" asked Thomas.
Emily smiled at that name, but continued. "Thank you, Thomas. Anyway, a piece of coal rolled down the hill, forming a huge snowball and it knocked me off track. But not by much. My tender was sprawled over, but I wasn't too off balance. It was still quite frightening though."
Thomas' heart flipped and started jumping. He could feel a big strain of frustration and displeasure flow through him, but his demon remained inactive. "What happened then?" he asked.
"Douglas rushed up, telling me it wasn't his fault, and then Donald butted in and started arguing with him again. I knew they were both to blame and needed a good scolding, so I whistled at them and just blasted them both, telling them I needed their help now." She started to giggle. "Y-you should have seen their faces! They looked so mortified and ashamed."
"I'm sorry about your accident," said Thomas. "But what happened today is nothing compared to your big tumble. It's not often you derail, Emily. Oh, the first time I remember you derailing before that was with those flour trucks when you were meant to take the Black Loch Route, and that winter you told me about when your buffers were replaced."
"Everybody derails sometimes, Tommy…And after Douglas had assured me that he'd never try anything rash on me…" said Emily.
"WHAT?! He…lied to you?!" exclaimed Thomas.
"No, he didn't. He didn't want to hurt me at all. Anyway, Donald fetched Harvey and he helped me back on track when Toby, James and Gordon passed us by, all surprised and angry at the twins. And Gordon calling the twins silly is something I have to give him credit for. He also warned them that you and the Fat Controller would find out."
Outside the sheds, Gordon smiled a little. Emily actually thought he had a point. He kept listening.
"Then when Donald apologized, Douglas argued he was sorry. I knew they learned their mistake after I scolded them, but with them arguing about who was sorry, I decided I had to get…allusive with them," continued Emily.
Thomas looked at Emily with a sly smirk. "Ooh. Was my angel the seductive temptress with those twins?"
"Y-yes," Emily giggled.
"What did they think?" asked Thomas.
"My results were absolutely hilarious," smirked Emily. "I asked Donald if he'd do me a favor, earning a big nervous smile from him. I asked him to keep my cheeks warm through one little hint."
"And what was that, Emily?" asked Thomas. Emily looked slyly at Thomas and like she did at Donald, she licked her lips. Thomas snorted and started to laugh.
"Donald tried to resist," said Emily. "But when I came closer to him, I batted my eyelashes at him and purred so much, he ran away while I chased him over Gordon's Hill."
Thomas began to wheeze loudly through his laughter. "I-I-Oh! I wish I was there to see it!" he laughed.
"And from there on, I took the front," Emily concluded.
Gordon had heard everything. "Hmm…so that's what happened," he thought, getting even angrier at the twins now. "I always knew those twins were troublemakers from the start! It's only right that the others know about this." And he quietly went on his way to Tidmouth Sheds to tell the other engines…
Back in Knapford Sheds, Thomas looked a little serious after hearing Emily's story. He did not like that she was pushed that far. "I won't unleash my demon, thanks to Edward's help, but take my words to heart, Emily: You STAY AWAY from those twins. You have to stop being lenient on those who rebel against the Fat Controller's orders…does he know?"
"Yes, he does," said Emily. "He's giving the twins until 10:00 p.m. tomorrow night to make amends for me. If they don't, I heard him say he'll lock them in their shed for the entire coming week."
"Oh…well, isn't that a little harsh, Emily?" asked Thomas. "I understand they caused you some trouble, but they didn't mean to do such a thing."
"Be that as it may," answered Emily. "The Fat Controller did say if anyone disrupts the railway's peace, it won't go unpunished. Even though they didn't mean it, the twins did disrupt my peace a little bit."
"Well I think they should do something special for you, Emily. Maybe I can help them."
Emily couldn't help but smile. "You really are an engine who tries to see beyond what looks bad, Thomas. I love how you try to see the light in the darkness."
"I think I have to, Emily," Thomas smiled back. "Even more so than I did before. If my demon is vanquished, I have to make a good impression and show what good I can make of things."
Emily yawned softly. She had a long day and was ready to enjoy a warm sleep with her star.
"I'm just happy those brothers learned their lesson," she smiled before she kissed Thomas' cheek. "Goodnight, Tommy."
"Goodnight, Em," Thomas murmured, kissing her cheek. "Sweet dreams." Then the two of them fell asleep, feeling warm and united.
At Tidmouth Sheds, Gordon was telling Edward, Henry, James and Percy everything he heard about Emily and the twins.
"Disgusting!" said James.
"Despicable!" said Henry. "We cannot allow it!"
"Dear me, Gordon, that sounds awful!" said James. "Emily must have been mad at those trouble-makers. I could have stopped them quicker. They wouldn't have harmed me!"
"They keep causing trouble with all their preposterous arguing and derailing trains!" huffed Gordon.
"Where's Emily now, Gordon? And where's Thomas?" asked James.
"They are in Knapford Sheds, enjoying their usual kisses, and having a proper night's sleep," answered Gordon. "As for those twins…I will not do what Diesel did to Duck…but I for one REALLY want the twins to be sent away!"
"So do I!" agreed Henry. "Emily did NOT deserve any of this!"
"Oh, don't be so ridiculous you two!" said Edward. "The twins may have caused a bit of trouble, but in no way is it anywhere near worth sending them away. Honestly you two..."
"However," said Gordon. "I did hear her say to Thomas that the Fat Controller will lock them both in their shed for a week if they don't make amends by tomorrow night at 10:00."
"Emily deserves a treat for stopping that argument in the end. She's really got a strong will for discipline," said Percy. "She's kind and helpful, but also firm and authoritative when necessary…just like a perfect mother."
"For now, perhaps it is best we leave them be," said Henry. "Let Thomas comfort her."
"Agreed," said all the engines before they all fell asleep too. But that night, a few engines' sleep would be disturbed by only one thing…their worst nightmare.
While Thomas and Emily settled down to sleep with the rest of the island, back in their shed at Arlesburgh, Donald and Douglas thought the Fat Controller had said quite enough, and they couldn't shake Emily's harsh yelling out of their smokeboxes. It made them want to do something for her more and more.
"What are we to do, Douggie?" asked Donald.
"I don't know yet, Donnie," replied Douglas. "Do you think we should ask Thomas for any ideas?"
"No, no!" blurted Donald, suddenly afraid. "If Thomas finds out what happened…he'll surely attack us both!"
"Oh, dear. Of course," said Douglas. "I suppose we'll have to do it ourselves."
The twins soon became tired and both fell asleep. For a few hours, they slept decently, but then, they began to dream…
At first, the black vision through their closed eyes revealed a view of inside Knapford Sheds where the two lovers were sleeping. Thomas was muttering ever-so quietly in his sleep. Emily stirred a little, touching her nose to Thomas' and sighed quietly. Thomas smiled a little as she sighed, feeling her gentle warm breath on his cheeks…
Then the vision changed to an image of an eerily quiet night at Tidmouth Sheds. Only five engines were there. James, Edward, Percy and Gordon were asleep inside their sheds with the doors shut. Henry was the only one awake, outside his berth and looking at the stars. Gordon had told the other engines what Emily had been through with the twins and they felt sorry for her. A few minutes later, he heard a hissing sound come from the berth beside him. Then the doors of that berth banged open. Gordon came out looking very angry. As he huffed over the turntable, Henry nervously reversed into his berth until Gordon disappeared. He came out again and looked at the winter moon, knowing what this meant.
"Poor Emily," he sighed. "That wasn't fair for her…" Then his misery turned to regret and anger. "I shouldn't have let Donald go!"
Gordon, meanwhile steamed vengefully past Knapford Sheds. Thomas and Emily thought they heard something, but their doors were shut so they didn't bother much.
"Hmm...Emily…don't work with those clowns…" mumbled Thomas.
"Mmm…Thomas, I'm alright," yawned Emily. "I love you …" And she and Thomas went back to sleep.
Gordon huffed angrily through Tidmouth Station and past Molly, who was sleeping peacefully beside a Christmas tree on the platform. Molly's eyes flickered open to Gordon's noise, and when she saw the blue engine's furious expression, she became rather frightened.
"Oh dear, Gordon looks furious. There's trouble!" she whispered with alarm. She saw Gordon disappear into the night. Molly then decided to follow Gordon and see what this was all about. She went after him a good distance behind him. Gordon took no notice…
The vision suddenly drifted and changed to Arlesburgh, then inside the twins' shed. Inside, Donald and Douglas were not asleep at all. Their minds were full with what had happened to Emily and they were thinking about ways to make it up to her. Donald's driver was in the sheds to keep watch. Suddenly, Donald heard a familiar whistle and started looking around quickly and panting with fright.
"Donnie, what's wrong?" asked Douglas. As soon as he said that, a sudden bang hit their shed door.
"That's what!" squeaked Donald. Another, louder bang suddenly followed.
"Is it Thomas? Emily?" Douglas asked, suddenly very afraid.
From a fair distance outside the sheds, Molly was secretly watching what was going on, becoming even more frightened. The engine who banged on the shed doors was Gordon.
"DRIVER, GET OUT HERE!" he roared. Donald's driver opened the door slightly. "Why, Gordon! What are you-?"
"Where are they? WHERE ARE THEY?! DONALD AND DOUGLAS!" Gordon yelled, trying to peer through the door. "I know you're in there!"
"Now, just a minute!" snapped Donald's driver. "You can't come barging onto our property, Galloping Sausage!" And he shut the shed door again. Molly's eyes widened and they glanced nervously at the sheds.
Gordon vowed, "Those Scotsmen of yours almost killed Emily, and I'm gonna get them!" Donald's driver barricaded the door from the inside, only to receive a grim warning.
"You can't keep them locked up FOREVER!" Gordon shouted through the doors.
Donald and Douglas both shuddered with fear as they heard Gordon huff loudly away from the sheds and gone. Donald's driver stood against the doors, looking worried and defeated. He closed his eyes and shook his head…
The twins suddenly woke up and looked around the sheds with fright. There was no sign of Gordon. Then Douglas slowly and quietly pushed the doors open to check outside. There were no engines around, not even Gordon. Only the moon shining brightly through Arlesburgh and over the sea.
"Phew. It was only a nightmare," Douglas whispered. "Thank goodness for that."
"But Douggie…what if Gordon does try to find us again? And try to scrap us himself?" worried Donald.
"I doubt he'd think so harshly, lad," said Douglas. "But then again…he did warn us back at the hill…" And then, all of a sudden…Gordon's whistle split the air.
"What?!" exclaimed Donald. "It's Gordon!"
"He's coming!" shuddered Douglas. "Our worst nightmare is about to come true!"
"Not tonight! We'll be safe this time! Nay true! We WILL!" they bickered again.
Before driver or fireman could shut the door again, the big blue engine came steaming up to the shed. Gordon was still very angry at the twins for causing Emily such a problem, and just as they had dreamt, he indeed had gone barging out into the night.
"THERE you are!" he whistled. "Still arguing, are you?!"
"Nae true!" objected Douglas. "In fact, we are-"
"The Fat Controller should know what you did to Emily by now!" Gordon wheeshed. "I heard what she told Thomas. I was outside Knapford Sheds and heard the whole story!"
Donald began, "Gordon! Emily will be given-" But Gordon wouldn't listen. He was so angry, he began to exaggerate Emily's predicament.
"What if you didn't notice your mistake at all?! Emily could have been terribly damaged, or even killed, like she was after her big tumble!" he snapped. "She could have froze to death out there through the night!" He was getting angrier and angrier as he kept scolding the twins.
"If the Fat Controller's orders aren't clear enough, perhaps I should order you about tomorrow like I did with Duck and Percy!" shouted Gordon. "When I tell you to work, you WORK! NEVER disown Emily like that! EVER!" And with that heated bid goodnight, he steamed away and out of Arlesburgh.
Donald and Douglas looked back to each other.
"What's to do?" asked Donald. "The Fat Controller's orders are clear enough for us."
"Aye, Donnie. They are," said Douglas. "Perhaps we should approach him tomorrow and explain about Gordon…if Gordon even lets us." And as he and Donald went back to sleep, they still had a twinge of fear in their hearts…
Back in Knapford Sheds, Thomas was having a troubling, and very frightening dream himself, still thinking about what Emily had been through. What he dreamt was much worse than the twins dreamt…
Emily had been lifted back to the rails by Harvey after her accident and was coming up the hill. Only this time, she refused to take the train and just huffed over the top and down the other side to avoid the twins. From the top of the hill, Thomas and Gordon had seen the entire accident and when Emily blasted the twins, then when she passed them by. Seeing Emily in such a predicament and in such anger made Gordon's old wounds reopen. It made him remember how badly he and James treated her. Seeing a mirror of what he did made him very angry. A demon had been born inside him, just like Thomas! He whistled loudly and began to chase the twins. Donald and Douglas cowered away from the train and back down the line.
"Blasted twins! They're getting AWAY!" yelled Gordon. He and Thomas chased Donald and Douglas across the island, top speed and sparking funnels. Donald and Douglas could not think straight, they were so frightened.
"Run for your lives!" whistled Donald and Douglas together. They raced all along the tracks while Thomas and Gordon bulleted up behind with every ounce of steam they had. Donald and Douglas soon came to a wye line again.
"Go, Donnie! Head for Arlesburgh. I'll hold them off for as long as I can," whispered Douglas.
Donald kept on his way, while Douglas took the wye line…and waited. Soon enough, Thomas and Gordon came speeding along the line. Douglas then charged out of the wye line and now stood face-to-face with the Devil of the Railway. Douglas and Thomas exchanged glares of rage towards each other, waiting for the first attack from the other and gritting their teeth so hard at each other their teeth almost cracked. Thomas suddenly charged Douglas, who reversed in time until they came to the wye line's switch. Douglas charged Thomas, bumping him back a few yards. Thomas almost tipped over from the sudden bump but Gordon rushed forward to the switch and caught Thomas just in time, letting him get back on track. But Douglas had managed to make his escape and catch up with Donald.
"Don't let those fools get away!" whistled Gordon. Thomas resumed his speed and kept charging across the island…all the way to Arlesburgh. Donald and Douglas shot into a shed that had a rail going right through it. The shed had a front and back door. When they were inside, their drivers bolted the front door. Thomas and Gordon came charging up, only to bump against the shed door.
"It's LOCKED!" shouted Thomas.
"Break it down, Thomas!" urged Gordon. "Breach it! I'll guard the other side!" Thomas immediately started banging his buffers against the doors. Slowly, but surely, the door began to crack and the window began to cripple apart. Through the cracks, Douglas could see Thomas' demonic glare and heard his almost mental snarls as he kept cracking the door apart.
"Quick, Donnie! Out the door behind us!" whispered Douglas. They reversed through the shed and opened up the back door. At first they felt safe, but they weren't.
"Douggie!" exclaimed Donald. Gordon's tender was right there.
"No you don't!" he said firmly. "Get back in there!" and he reversed quickly, bumping Donald back into the sheds. Douglas went back in to join his brother. But as they did this, they frightfully saw that the front door was now smashed down and Thomas was ready to spring his attack.
"Oh no, Douggie!" shuddered Donald. Douglas gathered courage and charged Thomas so quickly, he cracked one of Thomas' buffers right off. Thomas recoiled painfully, but then bashed his way right back to the entrance, snarling psychotically now as Douglas kept bumping back.
Gordon heard Thomas from the front and became even angrier. "You hurt Emily, OR Thomas, you deal with me!" he shouted.
"Bog off!" yelled Donald as he reversed through the sheds and biffed Gordon forward and away from the back door.
Gordon finally had taken enough and thought how to get those twins once and for all and avenge Emily…when he saw his darkest chance. On the siding next to him was a flatbed with one diesel fuel drum. He gathered the flatbed from the siding. He then charged backwards to the shed and stopped sharply. The drum fell off the flatbed and burst open, soaking the back of the sheds in fuel. Then Gordon took a very deep breath and blew out through his funnel. Sparks shot into the air and the wind blew them onto the spill. Instantly, there was a loud boom and the back of the sheds were going up in flames. The slick of fuel allowed the fire to spread even further. The back door was engulfed and smoke and fire built rapidly inside the shed.
Donald's driver frantically drew some cloths from his pockets and tied one around his nose and mouth. Then he tossed the others to his fireman and Douglas' crew.
"Armor yourselves, boys!" he shouted. "Flame an' smoke, deadly enemies!"
As Donald and Douglas shut their eyes and groaned against the agonizing heat, Gordon scurried back to Thomas, smiling fiendishly.
"He-he-he-he-he-he-he-he!" he snickered. "Thomas. Thomas!"
Thomas was still gritting his teeth at the crippled door, but he got a bit of a shock when he saw the smoke billowing from the entrance. Upon hearing his name, he looked at Gordon.
"We've got 'em now for sure. This is their only way out!" said Gordon as he placed himself on the siding next to Thomas and prepared to shunt the twins back into the incineration. "Steady, Tommy…steady. Get ready," murmured Gordon.
Thomas glared at the shed entrance and growled menacingly as the flames grew brighter from inside.
Inside the shed, flames were flying everywhere and the smoke was so thick.
"Douggie!" Donald cried, choking and gagging against the smoke. "We're trapped!"
The twins shut their eyes tightly and tried to resist the ever-intense heat. Suddenly part of the roof collapsed behind them and crumpled to ashes.
"Douggie, I'm scared!" shuddered Donald before coughing again.
"Quick, Donnie. This be our only chance!" said Douglas. "…NOW!" He and Donald shot out of the sheds, screaming in bravery. They shunted Thomas and Gordon past the points. Gordon was pushed back several yards back while the twins switched to the free line and began to escape.
"NO! No, I don't believe it!" exclaimed Gordon.
The twins kept huffing away as fast as their coupling rods would spin. "You two! COME BACK HERE!" screamed Thomas. He and Gordon shot out of Arlesburgh and kept up with the chase.
Thomas' eyes popped open and he shouted, "GORDON!"
Emily was awoken by the shout and looked nervous. She saw Thomas looking rapidly around the sheds and panting fearfully.
"Thomas, are you alright?" she asked. "What's wrong?"
Thomas told her everything he had just dreamt, leaving her shocked and a little frightened.
"I'm frightened for Donald and Douglas, Emily!" panted Thomas. "I don't want them to be hurt! How can they make amends for you if someone might attack them?"
"Hmm…I think you should go find them in the morning and let them know you won't hurt them. That's a start." She came closer and touched noses with Thomas.
"I know they were very silly, but they didn't want to derail me. The least you can do is settle their fears."
"Yes, Emily," said Thomas. "I will. Now we should go back to sleep." They kissed softly then fell asleep again, feeling confident about the next day…
A sudden shift, wouldn't you say? Well, this was something Jeremy wanted to do, after I came up with *The Demon Awakens*, he came up with this, so you've gotten two different styles of dark writing. As with *The Demon Awakens*, this will have a happy ending so don't you be worrying. So leave your reviews and see ya soon with the finale of *Brother to Sister*.
