A really small, rather abrupt update...but I'm sorry I left this for so long! I could list of bunch of excuses...but I'm back now! :) It's actually almost finished, now that I have time, I can wrap this all up! Enjoy the update! Be on the lookout for more in the coming days!

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George the Steamroller sat in a siding, glossing over the events that had occurred so far. For once- he was actually right! Everything that he said would happen, it did happen. It was almost frightening to him that it was so.

"So now the good times have ripened and grown rotten." He muttered to himself. "I've lurked in the shadows here to watch the downfall of my enemies. I've been watching the terrible prologue to a scene that I hope will prove dark and tragic. I'll head to the mainland soon. It's time to hide, boy George."

He heard a noise. "Who's coming?" He asked.

It was a moaning, like someone was crying- no- sobbing. It sounded like a ghost having a belly ache. But after some more listening, George recognized that voice.

In came an inconsolable, tear stained Mavis, flocked by Salty with Lily onboard. Word had reached the island that James and Percy had met their fate, and the poor girl had been patting Mavis's side the whole way, trying to console her, to no avail.

"Nooo...those poor engines!" She moaned. "Ah, my tender friends, poor flowers who didn't even get a chance to bloom. If your gentle souls are still flying in the air and have not yet landed where they will remain forever, hover around me with your airy wings and hear my lament!" She cried out, before bursting into sobs once again.

George sat, watching this, his face unreadable. Sure, he felt sorry for Mavis- after all, James and Percy did deserve any of this, no one did. But on the other hand...he did warn them. But should he tell her that? Especially in this kind of a state?

"Shall I hover about her and tell her she got what she deserved, with her friends dead before their time?" He debated with himself.

"I've been crazed with so many miseries that my tongue has tired of lamenting and gone mute. Oh, Percy... why are you dead? You didn't even get a chance to live!" The young diesel bemoaned again.

"Well you know what they say- 'death comes in threes'." George said. "Sidney had died earlier as well, remember."

"So much misery...and no good at all! God, why have you forsaken us? Does he not see the terror Diesel X has instilled on us?" Mavis called out desperately.

"Maybe not God, but certainly I've seen it all." The steamroller quipped.

Once Lily could find the words to help her friend, she leaned against the diesel's buffer.

"Sight has gone blind, life is as dead as a ghost. This is a pretty mournful scene—it's a shame to the world, when someone like us, who should have died long ago, still lives, and the innocent are all gone." She said, staring at the ground.

"If only heaven could offer me a seat along with them..." Mavis whispered. Lily felt terrible- it wasn't like Mavis to wish death upon herself, even in moments of grief.

What could she do? What could she say?