Lady approached the Dieselworks cautiously, taking care not to be noticed. She stopped outside of the main shed, peering inside. Diesel 10 was idling in front of his private shed as several workers looked him over. She could see Den and Dart, both of whom were looking on with concerned expressions. She overheard Dart telling Diesel 10 that he should have stayed at the works, and Den mumbling something too quietly for her to hear clearly.

Lady wasn't sure what to do. She couldn't stand to see another engine suffering, and it was clear that Diesel 10 was in bad shape. However, she was afraid to get too close to him.

"I know you're lonely, but running about the island only made it worse!" Dart said with a sigh.

"What does it matter?" Diesel 10 replied bitterly.

"What does it matter? Your friends don't want you getting worse, that's what it matters!" Dart scolded.

"What friends?!" Diesel 10 spat.

"Well, there's Paxton, and um…" Den trailed off.

"And Percy," said Dart.

"And who else?" Diesel 10 said pointedly.

"And us, Diesel 10," said Dart.

"Pah! It's your job to help sick engines," Diesel 10 scoffed.

"Yes it is, but that doesn't mean that we don't care. I'd hate it if anything were to happen," Dart said softly.

The more Lady listened to the conversation between the diesels, the more she felt sorry for who she once considered an enemy. It was clear that not many other engines liked him at all. Even worse, he wasn't feeling well, and being cooped up at the works with no one visiting except for two engines must be horrible for him.

After a while, Diesel 10 backed into his shed to rest. The doors were left open as he drifted off to sleep. Soon enough, Den and Dart left the main shed. It was then that Lady decided to go inside. Despite feeling like this was a really bad idea, she inched closer to the sleeping warship, taking in how pale and sickly he looked. A part of her felt excited; being so close to the so-called clawed menace gave her an inexplicable thrill, the type of thrill caused by doing something forbidden and dangerous. She continued to creep closer until she was only a few feet away.

It was then, Diesel 10 woke up abruptly, as another terrible coughing fit wracked his frames. Lady yelped, backing away quickly. Unfortunately, she hadn't noticed that the turntable had been lowered, and she fell backwards, landing harshly on her bunker. Terrified, she screamed for help as she mentally cursed herself. She was most certainly trapped now, if Diesel 10 wanted to destroy her, she had no chance of escaping.

Still coughing, Diesel 10 emerged from his shed, and to her horror, looked her straight in the face. At that, the little steam engine burst into tears. It was over, she thought.

"What are you doing here?!" Diesel 10 said between coughs.

"I—I—" Lady stammered as the turntable began to raise. She shut her eyes tightly as Diesel 10 grasped her buffers with his claw, bracing herself. For all she knew, he was going to tear her apart.

"Well?!" Diesel 10 demanded. "Come to gloat?! To watch me suffer?!"

"N-no!" Lady choked out, "I j-just wanted t-to help," she sobbed.

"Help?! You?!" Diesel 10 scoffed, glaring at her intensely.

"I—I don't want to s-see any engine suffer," Lady said with a sniffle.

"OH, so you're here to put me out of my misery!" Diesel 10 said caustically. "Well, GO AWAY!" he shouted.

"I'm not here to do that!" Lady said, astounded that he would accuse her of wanting to scrap him.

"I don't believe it, you horrid little—" Diesel 10's sentence was cut off by a rather intense coughing fit. Den and Dart, who had heard the commotion from outside were now in the main shed. Den coupled to Lady and pulled her away from Diesel 10 as several workmen tended to him. She caught a glimpse of one of them wiping his face with a towel as oil leaked from his mouth and nose.

"Believe it if you can," Lady said sadly.

However, the warship ignored her, and soon Den had pulled her out of his sight. Moments later, Dart caught up to them. "Lady, I need to have a word with you," he said.

"I'm sorry. I should have just stayed away," Lady said, looking down. At that, she puffed away from the Dieselworks.

"Lady, wait!" Dart shouted, but the little steam engine didn't listen. Sighing, Dart followed. He knew something, and he had to tell her.