Just before he was about to step into Toby at Cronk station, Christopher had to say something to the tram engine.

"Toby, I…..I just want to say thank you. If you hadn't told Thomas to let me drive him…."

"Oh, it was nothing, lad. That's just what I do. You're meant to drive trains. I'm meant to give advice. At least, when it's wanted," Toby replied. "If anything, I should thank YOU for giving me the chance to help out. Before you came here, only Thomas and Percy listened to me. Everyone else thinks I'm just a senile, old, pile of wood," he laughed.

Christopher laughed along as he climbed into Toby's cab.

"Old, you? Why you're just like the oth….", before he could finish that sentence, he gawked at the ancient controls that stood in front of him.

"Tram engines…Tram engines….Tram engines," Christopher muttered to himself as he browsed the shelf at the library. He had been told by Sir Brown that there was a section on train operations, should he have needed extra research, which Christopher rather arrogantly replied that he wouldn't need any, given all the information he had devoured when he was younger and still learning from his father. Even as he felt rather embarrassed by his recently discovered lack of knowledge on the subject of tram engines, he couldn't help but feel a certain thrill in knowing even more about trains.

As he was searching, he heard a combination of a typewriting clicking, paper ripping, and frustrated grumbling. He searched for the source and came across Jane, still dressed very conservatively in a skirt and blouse, typing away with a wastebasket full of crumpled up paper nearby.

Christopher cleared his throat which caused her to jump slightly.

"Oh, hello there," she said.

"Hello. I didn't expect to see you here."

"Well, I've been here every day since I stopped driving Thomas. It's my favorite place on the whole island….for obvious reasons," Jane chuckled. "So, how's your new job? I've heard you're driving all the engines now."

"I'm starting too. It's so wonderful. And I see you've started typing. "

"Well, drafting, more like. I'm in the middle of kind of a writer's block. I've haven't done my best material as you can see," she nodded to the wastebasket.

"Oh, come now. I'm sure you have some gems here," said Christopher as he dug through the basket and pulled out a paper to read one of her creations. "Like…'stoke up the magic in the mountain and the lady will smile…'"

"Like I said. Drafting. It's so strange too. All those years as Thomas's engineer, I had just the most amazing stories. But now I've written all of them down and I can't think of anything good…." Jane said in frustration.

"Well, give it some time I'm sure you'll find your voice, like I did."

"Yeah. I guess I just have to wait for that muse to come to me."

As Christopher went back to the book shelf to look for that tram book, he froze.

"Your own voice…" he muttered to himself. He ran outside of the library and try to find out where Mr. Brown was.