When a railway historian comes to visit Sodor's 4449, Erika is forced to relive her life as California's Coast Daylight and reveal events she'd rather not remember.

The men who built her, care for her, and put her through the paces will try to be casual when they refer to her as a 'J' - - that's her class. But you know from the expressions on their faces and the tones of their voices that they think of her, like you will, as the smartest, most fascinating thing that will ever hit Norfolk and Western rails!

By the mid-1950s the diesel had overthrown the steam engine on nearly every railway and Southern Pacific Railway was no different. As the remaining steamers do their best to cope and prepare for their own demises, a new face enters the scene, fresh from the La Grange Facility. And though the diesel life seems grand and worry free, she soon learns that the other side isn't as green.

There was once an engine who roamed the rails after dark. His livery as black as the night. His silver eyes cold and lifeless that glowed, and an eerie whistled that sounded like a wolf's howl. They called him: The Black Wolf

Sodor's number three and four always had a thing for each other; but neither ever came forward. Until an incident on the main line forces them to.

He's big and best and pulls the express but all that's up for grabs with the arrival from a new engine. Rated for swearing and horrible train puns.

I wouldn’t exactly call it love at first sight. Hell, I could have cared less about the guy; I just wanted to get a decent bass player. Please R&R