11:02
Daisy arrived at the rescue operation, and was surprised to see so many engines, vehicles and people there.
"Woah!" She gasped, and Rosie and Thomas looked at her.
"I see you have my passengers." Rosie smiled.
"I know, would you mind taking them?" Daisy asked. "I want to go home."
"Don't we all." Thomas laughed.
"I don't have any coaches, and we can't just cram them into Annie and Clarabel." Rosie said, and Daisy sighed. Mavis' driver came out of the door, and quickly searched around for his diesel.
"She went to go and look for some supplies." Thomas' fireman explained. Some of the passengers got out of Daisy and headed towards the rescue operation. Alfie and Oliver were still searching for the car, but the snow was falling too fast and it was too cold to concentrate.
"If we are getting cold, imagine how they feel!" Oliver sighed.
"We need to keep going." Alfie said, shivering. The three engines and the other Pack members watched as they continued to work. Thomas' driver walked over.
"I think that we should try and do some other jobs while we wait for them to get back." He said.
"Such as?" Daisy's driver asked.
"I could pull Thomas out of the snow!" Rosie said excitedly.
"I'm fine here." Thomas said, looking petrified, but his driver nodded.
"I'll go and get her ready." Rosie's fireman said, and he rushed over to the tank engine.
"I'll work as her driver." Daisy's driver said. Daisy gasped at this, and looked up towards her driver.
"So you're just going to leave me here?" The rail car fumed.
"You'll be alright for a few minutes." Her driver replied, chuckling. Daisy blushed, annoyed about being embarrassed in front of the others.
"You can chat to me." Jack suggested, who was still stuck on the tracks. Daisy gave him a disgusted look, and the front loader remained quiet. Thomas' crew looked through Annie and Clarabel, and they were able to find some chains that they passed to Daisy's driver. Thomas looked very displeased with the arrangement, while Rosie sat there and smiled.
"We've found them!" Oliver exclaimed. Everyone turned, and they could all see a patch of blue in the middle of the snow, illuminated by Oliver's headlights.
"Quickly, dig!" Kelly yelled, and the two excavators began to work.
11:04
It was very quiet inside the car. The snow was muffling out any other noise, and the two bodies lay there as if they were only asleep. The airbags were like pillows, and Sir Topham Hatt and Lady Hatt were enjoying their little break from reality. Sir Topham Hatt had a large bruise on his forehead, and his right arm was at an awkward angle, having smashed through the window when the car flipped. Lady Hatt had a large cut on her forehead, and blood was trickling down her neck. The two were lucky to be alive, let alone only be partially injured. The snow had saved them from hitting the ground, which would have caused a greater impact and greater damage. There were cracks in all the windows, and the headlights had smashed and the bonnet was bashed.
Sir Topham Hatt groaned, and began to twitch. There was a banging above his head, annoying his sleep. As he fully awoke, he began to realise the pain in his arm, and that it was very cold.
"H-h-honey." He mumbled, and he saw Lady Hatt next to him. He suddenly remembered everything: the party, driving, the call, the voice, the car spinning, and then the crash. He looked around, and could see he was still inside the car. The snow was coming in through a crack in the window, and a piece of glass was stuck to his thick arms. There was still a thudding, and he quickly straightened himself.
"Hello?" He cried, but he was still weak. "Is anyone up there?" Lady Hatt began to stir, and there was the sound of whistles and horns honking. Something hit the window, and Sir Topham Hatt realised it was a scoop.
"Hello?" He yelled, his voice stronger.
"What's going on?" Lady Hatt asked.
"We're being rescued." Her husband replied. There was a crack as some of the broken glass was hit, but the couple ignored it. There was more scraping, and snow began to move off the windscreen. They looked up and could see Alfie.
"I see them!" The little excavator exclaimed. "Stand back!" He yelled, and Sir Topham Hatt realised he was talking to them.
"Look out!" He said to his wife, and he lifted their air bags up to shield their faces. Alfie lifted his scoop up, and then smashed it onto the windscreen. The broken glass cascaded into the car, and Lady Hatt let out a tiny cry.
"Quickly, grab onto my arm." Oliver said, and he lowered it into the car.
"You go up first." Sir Topham Hatt told his wife, and she nodded. She unbuckled her seat belt and grabbed onto the scoop, and Oliver lifted her to safety.
11:06
Percy, Flora and Toby thundered down the line, chasing after the Holden Astra. There weren't any stations until Elsbridge, so one of the searchers called the police on his mobile. The local police had been busy attending to a suspicious house fire, but they sent several cars out to follow the Astra.
"Why weren't the police involved earlier?" Henrietta said.
"What do you mean?" Victoria asked.
"How come they aren't at the scene." The brown coach asked.
"They were probably busy with breath testing," Toby's fireman called. "And probably asked us to find them first and then they would come and investigate."
"I am pretty sure the Sodor Police doesn't have a digger to look through snow." Toby added, and Victoria giggled. All of a sudden, something smashed into Toby's roof, hitting his bell and causing it to fall off.
"What was that?" The tram fumed. His question was answered by a loud bang, and this time one of his front windows shattered.
"We're being shot at!" His driver yelled.