The next morning, Percy was too shaken up to talk about what had happened at the train robbery the night before. He had been delayed getting back to Tidmouth, as the signalman managed to get a hold of his telephone, and phoned the police- but by the time they arrived, they found a shell- shocked saddle tank, injured crew, and a dazed signalman.

The money- and Crystal and his gang- had long vanished.

Now poor Percy was still too traumatised to talk about what would happen. He didn't mean to let the train get robbed- oh if only he was smart like Edward, this wouldn't have happened!

"Percy, is everything alright?" Asked Thomas, but his best friend didn't say anything- although he yelped when a familiar red track car arrived. "Whoa- steady on there, Winston!" The Fat Controller cried out in alarm.

"Sorry sir!" Winston replied awkwardly, although he knew he wasn't to blame for his constant stopping and starting.

"Percy, I heard about what happened with the mail last night." The Fat Controller told him sternly as he climbed out of Winston and stood by the turntable well, looking angry.

"You….you did, sir?" Percy asked meekly, hoping he wouldn't be too cross with him.

"Of course I did, and I'm aware it's not your fault." Sir Topham Hatt added. "If anything, it's the train robbers' fault for what they did."

"But sir, they stole nearly £50,000 from my mail train, sir!" Percy's bottom lip quivered. "I feel that it's my fault, sir! Stephen warned me to be careful, sir, but I didn't think anything would happen, sir, and now – oh sir, I'm so sorry!"

"Easy there Percy," The Fat Controller replied gently. He made his way over to his number 6 engine and softly patted his buffer. "I'm afraid that engines on the Mainland have been duped in the same way you have. This happened to be their biggest heist yet."

Yes, and I'm sorry it had to happen to you as well, Percy." A familiar, foreign voice said. Hiro was suddenly standing at the turntable, looking at Percy with soft eyes. "I have friends over on the Mainland that have suffered the same way you have, Percy." He explained. "I heard about what had happened this morning, and I was concerned, as the gang responsible are well known for stealing. This is actually an echo of what happened back in 1963. The engine that was robbed before happens to be a colleague of Bear's."

"Yes- and we are planning to talk him in order to launch an investigation about his experience and see what we can determine about this event. In the meantime, Percy, you are excused from your mail duties until you recover from the attack. You will be reinstated after a few days."

"Thank you sir, but who will pull my mail train until I come back?" The little green engine asked worriedly.

"Either Bear or Henry will do it tonight." The Fat Controller decided in response. "I will definitely know by tonight. Do not fret, Percy."

But Percy couldn't help fretting. He was reluctant to see another of his friends get involved in a train robbery like he had, and he hoped that whomever would pull it tonight would watch his buffers.