"Peter Sam...PETER SAM! Please stay awake, my friend! Please!" Victor called urgently as the little green in front of him began to flutter his eyes open and closed.

"PETER SAM! Please, my friend!"

Without a word, the green engine in question opened his eyes with a seven second delay, and in the same, catatonic state as before. Victor watched with bated breath. The damage was worse than the Cuban engine thought.

"Don't die on me now, my friend..." Victor thought fearfully as he careened down the line towards the Steamworks.

He could only hope for the best at this moment.

...

"I say, far is tha' Peter Sam? We've been her' waitin' forever already!" Duncan whined as he and the other engines were waiting at Crovan's Gate Sheds, waiting for Peter Sam to arrive. About an hour had passed since, and they began to get a little edgy.

"Geez, Peter Sam! Count on him to waste our time!" Sir Handel spat.

"That's enough!" Skarloey interjected. "It's no use complaining, you two. And Sir Handel, you of all people should know it's like Peter Sam to be tardy," He reprimanded severely, causing Sir Handel to simply grumble under his breath in response.

"I really hope nothing has happened, brother," Rheneas whispered to Skarloey, with a rare sense of fear in his tone. "It's been over an hour, and I'm starting to get concerned."

"Indeed," Luke piped up. "What if he...got hurt? Or lost? I just hope he's okay." He wheeshed weakly. "He also promised me and Rheneas that he would arrive home safely."

"Hm," murmured the Thin Controller. "Like Skarloey said, it isn't at all like Peter Sam to be late...Rusty, can you head back down to the quarry and make sure everything went smoothly?"

"Right away, sir!" Rusty promised, and was just about to set off when Paxton came rushing towards them, panic clearly evident on his face.

"Sir! SIR! PLEASE! I have bad news!" He shouted urgently in between huffs of breath.

"Calm down, Paxton- what is it, my friend? You're looking fit to burst!" Skarloey replied, now even more worried then before.

"What happened? Are you alright?" Rusty asked.

"No-I mean, yes-I mean, I'm fine," Paxton stuttered. "But...it's Peter Sam...there's been an accident-a terrible, terrible, accident!"

The engines' boilers froze.

The Thin Controller stood on the platform, an unreadable, yet evident, sense of concern blooming on his face.

"Peter Sam- he's really hurt, Sir-He might not make i-"

"Where is he?! Paxton, tell me, is he at the Steamworks?" Rheneas cut him off, before anymore thoughts of peril could be heard, and beginning to sound like a parent who just heard that their kid was an car accident.

"Brother-calm yourself," Skarloey warned softly, before turning to Paxton. "He's at the Steamworks, yes? Can we meet him there, my friend?" He asked quickly and anxiously. The other engines stared at Paxton with similar expressions.

"Yes! Victor and I just brought him there." Paxton affirmed. "Victor told me to bring you all quickly- there might not be much time left and I-"

"In that case," The Thin Controller interrupted shakily, "We better head down, immediately," He finished, boarding Skarloey's cab. "All of you, we must get there quickly-lead the way, Paxton!"

"Yes sir!" The engines chorused before they set off on shaking wheels, scared for the outcome of their dear friend.

"Hurry, brother!" Rheneas chuffed nervously to Skarloey as they were the last two to leave.

"Right behind you, Gallant Old Engine!" Old Faithful muttered fearfully as the two brothers set off after their friends.