The next week Rick returns to Bea Works to get his glasses installed. His new headlights have fixed the issue he has had with seeing in the dark. Melody and Romy are already there, since they also tested their eyes and found out they needed glasses as well, Romy's glasses are golden and are square, while Melody's glasses are blue and are oval in shape. They have also decided to get the same headlights as Rick, Melody's being painted black and Romy's being golden like Rick. Lizzie and Norm are also there, both also having headlights installed, Lizzie's being painted gold and Norms being black. Miles smiles as several workmen walk to Rick carrying his new glasses. They are cherry red and a bit old school in design. "How have you been holding up?" Miles asks Rick as the workmen start installing the glasses. "I am doing fine." Hanne scoffs, shaking her head. "Bullshit, you haven't slept all week!" Rick looks surprised at her, chuckling nervously. "W-what are you talking about Hanne? Of course I've slept." Nore shakes her head. "No you haven't. We like to take a stroll at night, and every time we've seen you move around on your own." Rick looks at his buffers, defeated. "Alright, fine. I've been having trouble sleeping." Melody and Romy, who have heard this, look worried at their older brother. "Rick, you should have told us." Romy scolds him gently. Rick looks away. Miles smiles at the green engine. "Don't worry Rick, you aren't the first engine suffering from insomnia. We have some medicine that you can take to help you sleep. And luckily, I have the authority to prescribe them to you." Rick looks quizzically at the saddletank. "How?" "You just throw the right dosage in your fire." Rick smiles at Miles. "Thank you, that would be great."

Two weeks later Rick steams to Bea with Lizzie, pulling Lynn along as snow falling down from the sky around him. "Are you exited?" Nore asks the green engine, who laughs. "Indeed I am. It has been too long since the last time I visited the island of Sodor." They hear a whistle and Melody pulls up next to him, pulling her four yellow branchline coaches named Riley, Sebastian, Key and Ridley. "Good afternoon Rick, Lizzie." she says. "Good afternoon Melody." father and daughter respond.

Henry looks worriedly at the sky. "What's wrong old boy?" Ted, Henry's driver, asks. "It looks like a storm is coming." the big green engine tells his driver. Ted nods. "I guess Donald and Douglas will be busy later today then."

Angel comes to a stop in the yard at Bea, having pulled a small goodstrain from the Works branch. She sighs. "What's wrong dear?" Anon asks his engine. "I am going to miss Rick." she says softly. Anon pats the side of her cab. "You can visit them." Angel sighs again and looks around as her driver uncouples her from her train. She steams over to where Rick, Lizzie and Melody are waiting for some workmen to fit snowploughs to their fronts. "Hello Angel, have you come to see us off?" Melody asks the black tank engine. She smiles. "Yeah. Please be careful out there. We wouldn't want to miss you for another century." Sander Hodgson walks to the four engines. "I couldn't agree more. Are the three of you ready to depart?" He asks. "Yeah." "In that case, I have a gift for you Lizzie." Lizzie raises an eyebrow. "Really sir?" Sander nods. "Since you have been diligently learning to pull heavy goodstrains over the past few weeks, and we've noticed that you require a stronger brake van much like your father. In light of that, we've decided to give you your own brake van." Rafe steams up to the four engines, pulling a red toad brake van. "This is Cora." Lizzie looks baffled at the controller, before she smiles at him. "Thank you sir." She then smiles at Cora. "It is nice to meet you Cora." "Nice to meet you too." A man with brown hair and yellow eyes wearing the red uniform that Katie and Scott are also wearing leans out of Cora. Scott waves at the man. "What's up Conrad? How's the wife?" Conrad smiles. "She is doing good." He then turns to Lizzie. "Lizzie, my name is Conrad Crowford, and it will be my pleasure to work with you." Lizzie looks a little uncomfortable at his formalness. "Uhh… Same here." Rafe buffers Cora onto Lizzie's tender where a workmen couples her to the red engine.

Ailie walks to Rick, leaning on her crutch. She is wearing a scarf and a thick jacket. "Are ye looking forward tae return tae Sodor?" "Yeah, are you here to see us off?" he asks. Ailie shakes her head. "Nah, ah am here tae join ye. Someone needs tae look after yer maintenance after all." Rick smiles at her. "I guess that makes sense." Rafe shunts a small goodstrain into his tender, having shunted Lynn onto the back earlier. The first wagon is a workmen coach, in which several of the mechanics from Bea Works are sitting. There are also several flatbeds loaded with boilers. One of them for a LBSCR E2, two for Furness K2's, one for a LNER J70 and the boiler of an Adams Radial tank. There are some trucks filled with locomotive parts and some vans filled with equipment. "This train is meant for the Crovan's Gate works right?" Ailie scratches her head. "We need tae deliver this train tae th' Steamworks. Is that in Crovan's Gate?" she asks him. "I do believe so. Are you guys going to upgrade the Steamworks?" Rick asks her curious. Ailie nods. "Yeah, given sir Hodgson's deal with th' NWR, we decided tae help them with upgrading their engines." Rick hums. "Only the steam engines or are there parts for diesels in those vans and trucks?" "Oh, there are parts fur diesels in those trucks, we donnae need flatbeds fur most parts o' diesels after all." Rick chuckles. "You've got that right."

Angel stops next to Rick, a sad expression on her face. "Are you alright Angel? You seem sad." the green engine asks her worriedly. She sighs and looks him in the eyes. "I am going to miss you." Melody, who is sitting on the tracks next to Rick, giggles. "I wonder why." she teases the black engine knowingly. Angel blushes slightly, but stays silent. Rick frowns, looking from Melody to Angel before deciding that it isn't worth it asking. "Would you like to visit Sodor during Christmas?" the green engine asks Angel. Her face lights up, and she starts smiling widely. "I would love that!" she says enthusiastically. Rick laughs. "Alright then. Sander, could you arrange for Angel to visit Sodor during Christmas?" he yells towards the controller. He turns around from speaking with Rafe and gives him a thumbs up.

Lizzie backs underneath the coal hopper planning to refill her tender. Her wheels slip a lot while doing so. "Are you sure you don't need us to take control?" Scott asks the red engine concerned. Lizzie huffs. "I only move on my own when I am moving through a yard, I would like to keep the little agency I have." she grumbles while her wheels slip on the frosty rails again. Katie and Scott look at each other and sigh.

Rick, Lizzie and Melody blow on their whistles as they depart toward the portal to Barrow-in-Furness. As soon as they go through the portal, they are met with a big amount of snow laying on the tracks. "Oh dear, this is more snow than I expected." Lizzie exclaims concerned. Rick and Melody laugh. "You should have seen the winter of 1885-86 dear. That was a winter with heavy snowfall." Melody says with a chuckle. Lizzie sighs.

Rick puffs into the Steamworks with the small goodstrain. A red narrow-gauge 0-4-0ST+PT is waiting there for him. "You must be Rick. I am Victor." "Hello Victor, it is nice to meet you. Where should I leave this train?"

Lizzie and Melody wait for Rick to return at the station of Crovan's Gate. "Hello, are you new here?" The two girls look over at the narrow-gauge platform to find a vermillion Fletcher Jennings Class Bb who has just pulled in with a passenger train. "Hello Rheneas, it's been a while hasn't it?" Melody greets the small engine. Rheneas' eyes light up as he recognises her. "Melody, you're back! Oh, it is so good to see you again. How have you been?" Melody gets a sad look in her eyes. "Well, we have been stranded on an abandoned branchline for about ninety years. Other than that we've been doing decently." Rheneas looks sympathetic at her. "That must have been tough." Melody hums. Rick joins up with the three engines. "Hello there Rheneas, how have you been?" "I've been doing pretty good recently. What about you?" Before Rick can answer, Rheneas' guard blows his whistle and waves his green flag. "Guess you'll have to answer that question another time. See you later."

Gordon is waiting at Maron station with the express. "What is the hold-up?" the blue engine grumbles impatiently. The assistant stationmaster walks to him. "I am sorry Gordon, but we've gotten word that there is a snowdrift at the bottom of your hill. Donald and Douglas are on their way to clear it." Gordon groans. "We will be late." His driver sighs and leans out of his cab. "There is nothing we can do about it old boy. I'd be better if you'd just accept it." Gordons complaints are drowned out by the sound of a loud and deep whistle. A green tender engine stops beside the big blue engine. "Hello, you must be Gordon." Gordon cocks an eyebrow. "Yes… Who are you?" The green engine smiles at him. "My name is Rick, I am Edward's and Edith's brother." Gordon looks Rick over. "Well little Rick, if you are planning to continue on the mainline, there is a snowdrift further along the line." Rick smiles at Gordon. "I see. Well, guess I'll go see if I can help." he says as he puffs out of the station, blowing a more familiar whistle this time. Another tender engine, a yellow one this time, takes Rick's place. "Are you another one of Edward's siblings?" Gordon asks her. She hums in acknowledgement. "You do know that your brother is going down a hill with a snowdrift at the bottom of it, right." "Yeah, I heard what you said. Rick never has had a problem with snow. He'll be able to help out. My name is Melody by the way, and this is my niece Lizzie." Gordon looks confused from the red to the yellow engine. "Isn't she the same design as Rick? How come Rick is your brother and Lizzie is your niece?" "Rick is Lizzie's father. And before you ask, that is not a joke. It involves magic." Gordon looks sceptically at Melody. "Sure."

Rick slows to a standstill near the bottom of the hill, where a snowdrift is blocking the line. There are two blue Caledonian Railway class 812's already there, being busy with clearing the drift. "Donald, Douglas?" The Caledonian twins looks up from their work. "Well what dae we have here. Rick, how have ye been? It has been sae long." Donald says with a chuckle. Rick smiles at the two. "Now is not really the time to catch up on things. I belief that the express is being held up." "Th' express has priority after all. We are almost done here, sae ye better head back. Ye are here with yer sister, right?" Douglas asks the green engine. "Indeed, I'll see you two later."

"Have they cleared the snowdrift yet?" Gordon asks as Rick backs into the station. "Donald and Douglas are almost done, so wait patiently." Gordon huffs impatiently. "They better hurry up, the express can't wait." Rick rolls his eyes.

James looks at the snow from under the cover of the canopy of Knapford station. Philip stops next to him, a worried expression on his face. "Are you alright James?" the little boxcab asks the red engine. James looks at him for a moment, before looking back at the snow. "The snow brings back bad memories, that's all." Philip looks at James with a concerned expression on his face for a moment, before speaking. "I really think you should, at the very least, tell the Fat Controller about this It isn't healthy to keep all of this bottled up for this long. I am starting to get worried about you James." The red engine sighs sadly, looking over at the boxcab. "Maybe you're right." Philip reverses to get another train ready. BAM! "Auch!" James is pushed backwards slightly as another engine bumps into him. "I am so sorry sir, it wasn't my intention to bump into you. I wasn't paying attention and I don't really know how to keep grip on the ice yet." The red tender engine that bumped into James apologises, her crew seeming okay as they jump out of her cab to inspect the damage. James looks down at the engine, whose eyelevel is below his eyelevel. "Don't worry about it, no one got hurt." "But your buffers." James looks down to see that his buffers are twisted, while the buffers of the other engine are only scratched. "It isn't that bad, I'll just need to go to the Steamworks for a day or two. Anyhow, are you a newbuild?" "You could say that."

Rick steams into Knapford station to see that Lizzie has bumped into another engine. "Lizzie, are you alright?" "Yes dad." "I told you to be careful, listen next time. Are you alright…" "James. And you must be Rick." Rick smiles at James. "You've heard of me?" James hums. "Yeah, Edward and Edith have told me many stories about you and your twins. This is the niece Edith wouldn't stop talking about ever since she visited you, I presume." Lizzie looks away, embarrassed. "Did aunt Edith really talk about me?" she asks, blushing slightly. James hums amused. "She did, yes. She can be rather hyper from time to time, to be honest. She always becomes hyper when she talks about her relatives." Melody chuckles as she comes to a stop beside Rick, having heard the last of what James said. "She has always been like that. It can be quite endearing." The Fat Controller walks out of his office, followed by James' crew. "What is all the ruckus?" he asks as. Lizzie looks down at her buffers. "I was careless and bumped into James sir. I am sorry." "Did anyone get hurt?" "No, other than some damage to my buffers, nobody got hurt." James tells the controller, being backed up by Katie, Scott and Conrad and several passengers. Topham nods at them and then smiles reassuringly at Lizzie. "In that case, it isn't that much of an issue. Everyone makes mistakes, just don't let it happen again." He then turns to Rick. "Rick, Melody, we don't really have a job for the three of you, so you can go to Tidmouth sheds to rest. James, you can go to the Steamworks tomorrow."

Rick, Melody, Lizzie and James steam towards Tidmouth sheds, where a green Stirling Single is waiting in one of the berths, alongside a green Stanier Black Five. "Oh my James, what happened?" the Stirling Single asks the red mogul. "It was just a little accident, it isn't that bad Emily." The Black Five chuckles. "You wouldn't have reacted that calmly a couple of decades ago. You would have absolutely freaked out." James scoffs. "Don't remind me! I was a vain brat back then." He turns around on the turntable and reverses into one of the berths. "Anyways, Rick, Melody, Lizzie, these two are Emily and Henry." The three Furness K2's smile at the two green engines. "Hello, it is nice to meet the two of you." Emily and Henry smile at them. "Nice to meet you to." Henry looks them over curiously. "What kind of design are you, Rick?" "I am basically a small simple triplex engine for goods traffic." "How does your design work for you?" "It works quite well, but my performance is boosted by magic of course." Emily looks confused. "What do you mean, magic?" "Their island basically defies most laws of nature we're used to. They have magic, which can be used to increase the performance of steam engines from what Edith told me." Henry explains. Melody giggles. "Very good. That is true. It is the reason steam prevails so well on the island. It goes so far even that for the new narrow-gauge railway they have decided to build to service the highlands of the island will be run by newbuild steam engines." Emily looks flabbergasted at this. "Chloe told me that the Obbeeys Railway has more developed steam technology, but I didn't think that magic would be involved. If it weren't for Lady being on the island and using magic from time to time it would be very difficult believing that. Even though I have heard about your railway in my youth, it would still be kinda hard to believe if I hadn't seen it personally." Rick chuckles. "I can imagine that, there are quite a lot people back over in Freayltys that don't believe in magic. The fact that it is mostly restricted to the island of Obbeeys means that many people go through their entire life not seeing any magic in person." Henry frowns. "Freayltys? Is that the name of a continent or something?" he asks. Melody giggles softly. "Not really, it is the name we Obbeeysians have given our world for millennia. Before you ask, we don't really have proper names for the other worlds we are aware of, since they were only discovered two hundred years ago. We call them Beyond Bea and Beyond Dovan."

Scarlet looks at the little green triplex with a scowl on her face as she backs into her berth later that evening. "And who might you be?" she asks with a sneer. Rick looks her over, curiously. "My my, another LNER B12. Are you close to an engine named Alfred by any chance?" "What do you want with that idiot of a brother of mine?" she barks at him. Rick ignores her tone and smiles at her. "I have worked with him for some time during the 1910s. He was a good worker, but his attitude was questionable sometimes. You reminded me about him and made me wonder what happened to him. I take it he is still around?" "Mhm, he was send away during the 1930s, because of bad behaviour. He returned in the late 70s." Henry confirms. "His attitude grew worse when you left, according to Edward. I knew him as a jerk back then. Apparently he was quite polite in his younger years, but by the time I arrived on the island, he had become quite awful." Gordon jumps in. "Yeah, apparently he realized his attitude was bad when he left Sodor and changed for the better." Rick smiles. "That is good to hear." Scarlet scoffs. "Alfred is a disgrace, he volunteers taking goodstrains. It is unbecoming of engines as grand as myself." Rick smiles sweetly at her. "You are entitled to your own opinion." The other engines become silent as a scary aura emanates from the green engine. Melody laughs as she sees Scarlet squirm. "You haven't lost your touch Rick." Rick chuckles ominously. "Of course I haven't."

The Fat Controller walks to the sheds the next morning. The snow has mostly melted overnight and there is a weak autumn sun. "Good morning." he greets Lizzie, Melody and Rick. "Good morning sir." The stout gentlemen looks down at a clipboard. "I have some jobs for the three of you. Rick you are to go to the coaling plant to take a consist of coal trucks. Then you are to go to the fuel depot to pick up some fuel tankers, followed by a trip to the smelters yard to take some flatbeds of steel. You will take the entire train to Barrow." Scarlet scoffs, having woken up mere minutes before and looking down on the green engine. "As if an engine like you can take such a train." Rick chuckles, a big grin on his face as he envelops himself in a huge cloud of steam. "Just you watch me, youngster. I'll show you what an engine with my experience can do." Sir Topham coughs. "Ahem, don't be rude to our visitors Scarlet." She just huffs, looking away arrogantly. The Fat Controller turns back to Rick. "And Rick, don't overdo it." Melody smiles at the man. "Don't worry about that sir, it takes a lot for my brother to break down." Sir Topham sighs. "If you say so." Melody hums. "What do you want me to do sir?" "Ah yes, I would like you to take over for James for the day, since he is going to need to get his buffers mended." At that moment the red engine steams out of the shed and stops beside Lizzie. "You should be just fine, if what Edward and Edith told me about you is correct." Melody smiles at him. Sir Topham turns to Lizzie, who looks nervously at the stout gentlemen. "Lizzie, I have a simple task for you. I want you to go to the Brandam branch so Edward and Edith can mentor you further." Rick smiles gratefully at the man. "A most excellent choice sir." Topham nods at him. "Well then, have a good day."

Rick enters the coaling plant while pulling Lynn along. "What is wrong Nore? You've been in a bad mood since we left the sheds." he says. The black haired girl shakes her head. "How did you know?" "Even though I never had a standard crew, some railways were not comfortable with me running on my own. As a result I've had quite a few people driving me. I've learned how to interpret the mood of the one driving me based on their touch. Nore sighs. "I don't like the way that Scarlet talked to you. She was so disrespectful." Rick chuckles. "Don't worry about her. Not all engines are pleasant, you should have figured that out from Erika." Nore shakes her head. "I thought that was a freak occurrence. She was famous after all." Rick chuckles. "Yeah, that might have played part in it, but there are more awful engines out there. After all, not every human is nice. The same applies for engines." They come to a standstill beside the chutes. The foreman walks to them, holding a clipboard and talking through a radio. "I am sorry, but our shunter had trouble steaming up, so we are a little behind schedule. Your trucks aren't loaded yet." Rick smiles at him. "Don't worry about that, we can load them ourselves." The foreman looks surprised at the engine, giving a better look, before nodding and smiling to himself. "Ah, you must be related to Edward and Edith somehow, by the looks of it." "I am his older brother." "That explains everything. Your trucks are on that siding, if you need anything, ask Walton." Rick smiles to himself as the foreman walks back to one of the buildings. "Good to know that Walton is still around." he says to himself, before moving over to the siding where his trucks are.

Susan is snoozing in the weak autumn sun. It is hard being the leader of a gang of trucks. Most engines just biff them around without a care in the world. It can be quite bothersome. She is awoken from her daydream as she feels her buffers being pressed gently. She opens her eyes to see the face of an engine, wearing red glasses. She groans, expecting to be bumped again, or to be pulled roughly. The engine surprises her however. Instead of being rough, he gently reverses out of the siding, pulling her and the other twelve trucks coupled to her gently after him. She looks confused at the engine, who notices this. "Is there something wrong?" he asks. Surprised, Susan blurts out the first thing coming to her mind. "You are very gentle with us." He cocks an eyebrow. "And…?" Susan quickly recovers from her outburst. "Oh no, there is nothing wrong with that. It is just that, most of the engines aren't very gentle with us. The bump us around because they expect us to misbehave, which results in exactly that. Only the older engines like Walton and Edward are gentle with us." Rick chuckles. "Ah yes, I taught them well." Susan looks surprised at him as he pushes them underneath the chutes. "You taught them? Just how old are you?" "About 200 years old, believe it or not." Susan is silent for a moment, not even feeling herself being filled up with coal. "You must be Rick then. Walton talks about you from time to time." "Does he now. He tells good things about me, I hope." Susan chuckles, a mischievous smile appearing on her face. "Most things are positive, some were just plain unbelievable, but most things are generally positive. Like, who can spend their first eighty years of their life without pulling trucks once?" Rick blushes. "The first couple of controllers of our railway insisted on me and Norm only pulling coaches. While I pulled goods sometimes, I always double headed those trains with someone else. I didn't really know anything about how to handle your kind. It took Melody hurting herself before I began pulling goods on my own." Susan smiles at him. "You are one of a rare breed of engines." she says. Rick smiles at her as he finishes loading the last truck with coal and shunts them onto the brakevan.

Walton wheeshes steam as he hurries to catch up with the backlog of work. The grey coffeepot engine shunts several trucks underneath the shuts, and comes to an abrupt stop once he sees an familiar engine, to the protest of the trucks. He quickly apologises to them before returning his attention to the green engine shunting in the yard. "Rick, it has been so long. How are you? You look different." Rick smiles at him. "I've been doing well recently. Just had a mayor rebuilt, but other than that I'm doing just fine. How about you? Still trundling these rails I see." Walton smiles sadly. "Yeah, only me and Glynn survived." Ricks smile drops. "I am sorry to hear that. Where did Glynn end up?" Glynn was bought by Sir Robert Norramby the first in 1959. He currently switches between doing tours and being on static display. Stephenson's Rocket also lives at the castle." "Stephen? Wait, they live at the castle? Did the earl restore the castle?" "Mhm. The railway museum is located at the castle." The foreman walks up to the two engines. "Thank you for assisting Walton, but it is about time that you depart." he says to the green engine. Rick smiles at him. "Alright, see you later Walton."

Lizzie steams into the yard at Wellsworth. Edith is already waiting for her. "Good morning auntie." Edith looks lovingly at the red engine. "Good morning dear. I heard you had a run in with James. Are you feeling alright?" "Mhm, I still feel a bit guilty, but he has assured me that he doesn't hold a grudge against me for it." Edith giggles at Lizzie's cast down face. "Trust me, James isn't the kind of person to lie about holding a grudge. Anyway, are you ready to learn how we operate on the branch here?"

Rick pulls into the fuel depot, his trucks happily chatting with him and each other. The shunter at the depot, a blue 08 with a yellow stripe across the middle, is shunting several tankers underneath the oil derricks. He looks over at the green engine. "Hello, you must be here for the delivery to Barrow." Rick hums. "Yeah, my name is Rick." "It is nice to meet you Rick. My name is Nicholas." He then notices the claws on his footplate. "You use those for maintenance?" he asks. Rick chuckles. "Sort of, I use these to load and unload trains and clear debris from time to time. Anyway, where can I find my train?" "I'll get it ready for you. It is a line of twenty tankers, if I am correct."

Sometime later Rick steams into the smelters yard. Bert looks nervously at the green engine after he notices the his claws, not being used to steam engines that are able to defend themselves. "Hello, I am here for a delivery of steel." Bert calms down a bit at his friendly attitude. "Arry, er is hier een stoom locomotief die we beter niet voor de gek kunnen houden." he yells further into the smelters. Rick smiles widely. "I see you speak Dutch." Bert looks surprised as 'Arry pulls up beside him. "Yeah, we worked in the Netherlands from 1952 till 1971. We are actually NS 600s." "I have worked in the Netherlands during the 1870 for a couple of years myself. Anyway, I am here to take a load of steel to Barrow." 'Arry looks at Bert. "I'll get your flatbeds." he growls with his deep voice.

Scarlet wheeshes steam at Melody as she comes to a standstill at the platform at Crovan's Gate. Melody ignores her, which infuriates her. "You think you're better than me, don't you? You should know your place!" Skarloey, who has just arrived with a passenger train, looks angry at the green B12. "Shut up Scarlet." Scarlet huffs. "Old yellow iron. And your brother is useless to." Melody gets a mischievous grin on her face as she sees something coming towards them from behind Scarlet. A deep whistle rings through the air as Rick steams through, going about 35 miles per hour. His train is long and heavy, but he seems to put barely any effort in pulling it along. Scarlets mouth falls open as she sees him pass her by. "Useless are we now, huh? I would beg to differ." Skarloey bursts out laughing, while Scarlet grumbles to herself angrily.

Rick steams onto the terrain of the Dieselworks about a hour later. Hanne whistles as she looks around. "This place is pretty baren isn't it." "Yeah…" The green engine slows down as he enters the main building. A blue and orange 4DH Sentinel diesel-hydraulic and a red and yellow Bagnall styled 0-4-0 diesel-hydraulic observe him cautiously from a raised section of the building. Rick comes to a standstill in front of the turntable and smiles at the two diesels. "Good afternoon. I am here to deliver some steel and fuel." The two diesels glance at each other, before resuming to stare at the green engine. "Is something wrong?" Rick asks, getting slightly nervous. A larger diesel comes from further inside the building, and growls at the two smaller diesels. "Don't be rude you two." The yellow class 42 smiles gently at Rick, his claw laying still on his roof. "I am Russel, I'm in charge here. How can I help you?" Rick smiles at the big diesel. "I'm Rick, tis a pleasure to meet you. I have some fuel and steel to deliver here. If I remember correctly, there are ten tankers and five of the ten flatbeds are needed here." Nore leans out of his cab. "You are correct." "Hmm, Den, Dart, help Rick rearrange his train please." The two shunters look wearily at the green engine, before moving onto the turntable, which has risen to their level.

Lizzie follows Edith into Brendam docks and stops on a dock. A harbour switcher comes up beside him. He has a blue superstructure and a red smokestack with a white star on it. "Good afternoon Ten Cents, how are you?" The tug smiles at the purple tender engine. "I am doing well. What have you been doing? I haven't seen you all day." Edith chuckles. "I have been showing Lizzie around, and taught her some things about working on a branchline." Ten Cents looks over at Lizzie. "You two look alike. I am not saying I am an expert on steam locomotives, but are you related in some way?" Edith chuckles. "You could say that."

Russel smiles awkwardly at Rick as he stops next to him. "Do you need something?" Rick asks, looking at him intently. The diesel sighs. "You're just as observant as your brother. I saw that you have claws, similar to me. Could you tell me why you got them?" Rick raises an eyebrow. "I had them installed to help clear debris of the track and help load and unload trucks. The workmen at Bea Works didn't really mind putting them on me, as I have far more effective ways to harm things, ways they couldn't control if they wanted to. Why do you ask? Did they place your claw on you for nefarious purposes?" Russel sighs. "Yeah, me and some of my siblings got these claws to scrap other engines. I hated my claw for the longest time after I got in the right mindset because of that. I was hoping that you had yours installed for a more pure reason."

The twins shiver in fear as the claw slams shut. The red diesel grins cruelly at them, as she inches closer, the sound of her engine sounding as menacing to them as ever as the man slams the door shut. They cry out in fear.

Somewhere in the Scottish highlands a red class 55 jolts awake, having just had another nightmare. "Gah! Oh… it was another nightmare." She groans in frustration. "Why did it have tae be me!? It could nae have been someone else, it just had tae be me!" She sighs, her metaphorical heart full of pain. "Ah guess th' only thing ah can dae now is sleep."