Gordon entered the Sodor Slate Quarry. It was south of the Shane Dooiney mountain, the highest one in all of Sodor. It was an absolute wasteland there, almost like it was part of somewhere else in the world. He would never have been there if Edward's words had not hit him so hard. Edward and James went into the opposite direction of the quarry and he knew they did not look at this part of the island.
He came into a tunnel and turned his lantern on.

"Percy?" he asked in his normal tone of voice, chugging forward. No response came. He then realized that he would have to make a louder noise so he started to blow his mighty whistle.

"Percy!" he began to shout as he whistled. He then realized how big of a mistake that was because the rocks above him started to fall from the vibrations, forcing him to chug faster as the track behind him was becoming more and more blocked.

As the dust settled and the rocks stopped falling he found himself right next to another tunnel as the track in front of him turned, right next to the one from the tunnel. It was from the tunnel that he heard a familiar voice.

"I was wondering if someone would find me," said Percy. He simply sat there, his eyes covered by the tunnel's darkness.

"Percy?!" Gordon replied. "Oh, thank God you're safe! Everyone's worried sick about you!"

"Like you were sick of me?" Percy replied bitterly.

Gordon just sat there. He then remembered why Percy was there.

"Percy, I'm sorry. All right?"

"I know you are. Sorry that I can't die."

"I only said that because I was angry."

"And you were angry because it turned out that what gave you purpose didn't exist. That if a pipsqueak like me could pull as much as you could then what made you so special?"

"Exactly! No, I mean…..I take it all back now."

"Well you don't have to. You heard what Thomas said. Me being as strong as you doesn't even mean anything. He was right and you were right. I should be dead. I'm nothing but a pest."

Gordon's heart broke as soon as he heard Percy say all these horrible things.

"Percy…..I know I was angry but…..looking back on the whole thing…...I'm glad you pulled that train."

"Glad? Of what?"

"Glad that you proofed you could do it! You pushed yourself greater than anyone has on this island. Including me. All right? I NEVER do that. Because I'm weak…but you inspire me. Because…..if an engine your size can push yourself that much, why can't one my size?"

Percy did not respond so Gordon knew he had to say more.

"Percy…..you showed that day what you are capable of. Despite all those years of me putting you down. Just think of all the bigger trains you can pull with the time you have….and everything else you can do. You can't keep worrying about tomorrow because today is all you have to do those things. Your usefulness is a precious, PRECIOUS gift as is everyone else's. Don't just throw it all away because it's going to end."

He then started to cry he continued.

"Your life has so much value and meaning Percy. And I'm sorry if I've made you feel otherwise," he said as tears began to fall from his face.

Percy still said nothing, his eye still covered. Gordon simply sighed and started chugging away slowly.

"Gordon…." He froze.

Percy emerged from the shadow, revealing his tear stained eyes.

"Did you mean that?" he asked weakly.

"Every word," Gordon said softly.

Percy smiled as he approached him and started crying. When he was done he spoke again.

"Let's go home. Shall we?"

Gordon's smile widened.

"Yeah."