10:46 a.m., Thursday, July 17th, 1980

When the light came into view, Thomas could not believe his eyes. All around him were green pine trees and grey stones of rock. He had a strange feeling in his boiler that he was not on the Island of Sodor anymore.

"Lily, where are we?"

"Muffle Mountain, Thomas!"

Thomas looked all around. The view was so beautiful and so foreign that he could just not believe it.

This must be America.

But then, vertigo started to kick in when he looked down. He closed his eyes.

"No offense, Lily, but your managers need to think about your railway's safety practices."

"Railroad!" Lily corrected.

And before Richard had any say in the matter (he had been to America before on vacation), the girl sprinted out of the cab and was rushing her way down the nearest path to her left.

"I going to Grandpa's workshop!" Lily shouted before anyone could ask her. "I promise I'll be back."

And off she was down the path, leaving behind a petrified Thomas. She ran as fast as she could and with the situation of the universe resting on her shoulders, she looked around for anyone who could get her to the workshop faster...and there it was.

Patch, who had been scouring the slope for any sign of the Magic Railroad's tracks on Silvermane, was surprised to see Lily, out of breath and flustered.

"Where's Grandpa? Can you take me to him?"

"He's in his workshop," he shouted. "Jump on up."

Smiling, Lily climbed aboard the horse, looking at Patch like prince in shining armor.

"Patch, I knew I could count on you!"

But now was not the time for a kiss, the pressure was on to get back to Burnett's workshop. That pressure was soon to be finished by a devil in human skin whose initials were P.T.B.

He had set up his explosives at the base of the mountain, connected to an almost a mile long wire south of where he was sitting and those wires were connected to a plunger with a gold handle. Boomer dusted the handle with a yellow feather duster, treating it in the same way an antique dealer would do with his merchandise.

Now to get my revenge on you and that engine.

He placed his right index finger on the plunger...and pushed it down.

Do you know what revenge sounds like?

The answer came in the form of a huge explosion...and it was strong enough to rock Thomas off the mountain. Richard held on for dear life as the engine cascaded down the mountain, travelling at the half-speed of a roller coaster. He didn't notice until too late that the coupling to the coal truck had snapped and it was still there, sitting on the cliff. When he looked back, he shouted to Thomas.

"We've left the truck behind."

"I think Lily is going to need it more than us," Thomas said, his six wheels spinning out of control.

Far off, Patch, Lily and Silvermane reacted to the explosion and a ping of worry came across them for different reasons, Lily for Thomas, Patch for the mountain and Silvermane for his own safety.

Boomer saw Thomas as well and for some ungodly reason, he was fascinated.

What the hell is that? Some kind of huge toy? Maybe it'll make me rich and I can sell it to the highest bidder. It may not be the engine I'm looking for, but at least I can toy around with it.

He hopped on his motorcycle and zoomed through a puddle without getting wet. Thomas was still out of control and Richard couldn't even hit the brakes with the way he was bouncing around in the cab. He could have sworn that he saw a man on a motorcycle revving up to them, then leaping off and running after them, but his eyes were quickly obscured by a flash of color. Before long, he and Thomas had fully registered that they were on another part of the Magic Railroad, and like the tunnel between America and Sodor, it too was full of dark vines.

I'm not even sure if we'll be able to find the place where we left Lily, Thomas thought to himself. But even so, we must keep puffing.

Richard shared his thoughts.

Neither of them noticed Boomer floating far behind them. He could not believe his eyes. Vines, rails, him floating. It was all too hard to register.

"What the hell is this shit?" he muttered under his breath.

Overlooking yellowed plans of Lady that showed her from the font, rear and profile, Burnett studied them carefully, as he had done many times before. But spending an entire night awake while studying can have its disadvantages and sometimes it can even affect your brain very badly. With a small yawn, he covered his eyes with his hands.

"Grandpa!"

The sound of rushing feet connected with his granddaughter's voice awakened his energy. Before he even knew it, Lily was running up to him and she hugged him tight. Taken a back at first, Burnett hugged her back and a tear came out of his eye.

"Thank God, Lily, I was so worried about you."

"So was I," Lily replied. "But you haven't heard all of it. Everything at Shining Time is true and there's this island of talking engines and Mr. Conductor said you might have been there. But his cousin Junior is in danger and Patch and I had to leave poor Thomas behind."

"Thomas?" the name rung a memory in Burnett's head.

"Yes, he's here. Now will you please help me?"

For extra measure, he gave him Mr. Conductor's hat. Burnett, remembering, was overwhelmed. Lily could have sworn that she that she saw a smile on his lips, but there was.

"I wish I could help. But nothing seems to work. I've tried all the different coals in the valley."

Lily turned around. There was Lady, dormant and still and given her design, she looked very similar to the Sudrian engines. Suddenly, it hit her. Coal! That was what Lady needed!

"Maybe you're just not looking hard enough. Patch, we left a coal truck on the top of the mountain, can you get some for us?"

Patch, who had been watching from the doorway, happily agreed. But first he had to rush back to house to get some extra bags to put the coal in. He was thankful that Silverman was strong enough to carry it all when he did, jokingly calling him his "Super Horse".

Back on Sodor, Percy and Mavis could barely sleep a wink. They were in the sheds at Ffarquhar with Toby and Daisy. Their drivers had not arrived yet because it was still early in the morning.

"Mavis, I'm worried," began Percy. "You think Thomas will be fine?"

"I should hope so," replied Mavis. "He got that girl safely back, didn't he?"

"And when he comes back," added Toby. "Diesel 10 is likely to come after him."

"You mean if he knows about the buffers?" asked Daisy.

"Absolutely," Toby said. "Which is why we should try confronting Diesel 10 at his base of operations."

"Well, you're not going alone," Percy said. "I should go too!"

"What about Thomas' passengers?" asked Toby. "Even if we're in a crisis. We still need to rely on them."

"You're right," Percy said after a short silence. "But who will you go with?"

"James!" Toby declared instantly. "It might give him something to boast about other than his paint for a change."

And he set off to Tidmouth to fetch him.

After some easy reasoning on the old engine's part it was finally settled that James and Toby decided to pay a visit to the scrapyard at Barrow. There, they found George, sulking inside a shed. Next to him was a low loader that was reserved specially for him to be pulled by the diesels.

"Well, if it isn't a museum on wheels and a red pansy who's full of hot air."

"The only pansy here is you, George!" snapped James. "Where is Diesel 10?"

"How should I know?" the steamroller scoffed. "Probably off scouting for the buffers that lead to the Magic Railroad."

"Well! When he comes here, I'll show him what Sudrian engines are made of!"

"Don't underestimate him," George smiled proudly. "He'll do me in the same way he'll do it to you...with that claw of his. Now if you'll excuse me, I'd best prepare for Splatter and Dodge. They're taking me to smash some more buffers."

"Will it be worth it?" asked Toby. "Smashing buffers just so you can have your way?"

George was startled by this.

"Well, I do want a roller rink."

"You'll have nothing else to grumble about," the tram engine sang-sang.

For a moment, it looked like George was about to reconsider his actions, then...

"What do you care? You're just an old and done-for steam engine."

"And a very useful one," Toby snapped back.

"Just wait till D-10 gets here," George snickered. "Then you'll be in the deepest pits of trouble."

And the pits of trouble came in the form of a Warship class with a claw appendage. Along with Diesel 10 came a very familiar voice that was speaking rapidly.

"I'm sorry, cuzes, Lily. I-promise-from-here-on-I-will-be-responsibilereliablerealllyuseful!"

James and Toby had no second guesses to doubt that it was Junior judging by his voice. The renegade diesel engine had come to an abrupt stop just before a screaming James, sending his unnecessary passenger flying into the air and onto the red engine's cab. Junior recovered and looked around.

"Oh, James?"

"Yeah?" the vain engine asked fearfully.

"Not to worry," Junior smiled confidently. "I'll get us out."

He blew his silver whistle. Diesel 10 just laughed.

"Looks like you've lost your sparkle as well, Twinkle-Toes Jr. It's time to send you and these useless relics of the past...into my personal furnace!"

"Useless?!" Toby glared. "I've worked for 70 years, and I've done a good job at it too. And James here may be a vain git, but he's full of courage."

"Thank you, Toby," James said genuinely.

He directed his eyes to Diesel 10.

"You hear that? I'm actually brave."

But Diesel 10 did not bother wasting his breath to answer. Slowly his claw began to rise. Then Junior remembered the emergency whistle.

I'll find you more Lily, I promise. But now I've got to use up the rest of this stuff.

The claw came forward...and Junior blew the whistle as loud as he could, thinking about his cousin and sister. They disappeared in a cloud of gold dust, leaving behind a surprised and angered Diesel 10, who went to the island in the hopes of finding them, but not before using his claw to load George onto his flatbed and pull him back to Sodor to finish the job.

Earlier that day, Percy had taken Mr. Conductor and his sister to the wishing well grotto, which was located right next to the buffers. He was able to share this secret with Percy, who promised to keep it. To Mr and Sister's surprise, a shower of gold dust appeared, materializing James, Toby and Junior, who was standing proudly on top of his cab.

Recognizing his cousin, Junior jumped off the cab and onto the ground and the two engines left for Tidmouth.

"Sorry it took so long, cuz," he wheezed.

Sister and Cousin faced Junior with sad and angry eyes. He tried to defend himself.

"But better late than never?"

Sister walked up to Junior. She felt an urge to slap him, and she did, very hard.

"Do you realize we're all bankrupt of gold dust?!" she shrieked.

"Sorry," Junior admitted in a pathetically weak voice.

As he took notice of the bright sunny day that surrounded the grotto, Junior spun around with joy.

"Look on the bright side, at least it's a beautiful day. I mean we're down but we're not out-"

"No we are out," said Mr. Conductor, cutting him off.

Sister placed a right hand on her left shoulder, smiling.

"But we're not down yet, big brother."

On the Little Western, Devious Diesel knew that now and then was a good opportunity to get even with Duck. He travelled all the way to Arlesburough just as Duck was about to leave with Alcie and Mirabel for the midday run. Oliver was there, shunting trucks a lot better than what he did with the ones that caused him to be sent down the turntable well.

"How pathetic," he said in his usual oily voice. "That your passengers have to rely on steam engines who manipulate others into doing their bidding."

Duck decided to stand up for himself.

"What bothers you more, Diesel?" he asked. "That I'm a steam engine or that I made those trucks laugh at you? Whatever it is, it is water under the bridge."

"The former," Diesel smirked. "That's why I'm planning to get rid of not only you, but your little friends as well. Especially those little toy models over there."

He turned his eyes to Mike, Rex and Bert, who were most offended.

"Never, underestimate a little engine!" shouted Bert. "We can be just as useful as diesels!"

"Right!" added Rex.

"I agree!" chipped in Mike.

"Oh, piss off!" oiled Diesel.

The three little engines glared.

"So how about it, Duck? Would you be willing to leave?"

Instead of a simple "no", Duck thought of a plan.

"Actually, how about we hold a shunting competition? Whoever gets the most trucks to build a single train wins."

But it reminded Duck of the time he foolishly tried to shunt those old and untouched trucks.

"Oh no, I'm not falling for that tripe again."

"What's the matter?" teased Oliver from nearby. "Afraid an old, pathetic steam engine will out best you?"

"No," said Diesel cockily. "I've just decided to accept Duck's offer."

So the challenge began. Diesel, who was not built for high speeds, found himself losing as Duck, who was faster than he was, gathered five trucks from one siding while Diesel gathered two. Whatever trucks they would find, they would be built on one siding exclusive for them. Duck's passengers, watching from Alice and Mirabel, could hardly contain their excitement. Some who wanted to get where they needed to be, were growing impatient.

In the end, Duck had twenty trucks while Diesel had but five. Long story short, the Great Western engine was just too fast for the class 08. Not to mention too resourceful, since he knew the yard better.

"Looks like I win," Duck beamed. "And I didn't even have to use aggression to get my way."

"You're just being cocky!"

"Am I? I think you were being too busy being revolutionary to care."

As Diesel fumed over the fact that had just got himself humiliated, Burnett and Lily were oiling Lady's wheels, a justifiable action as she had not run in ages. Lily however, was more curious to ask a few questions.

"Why didn't you tell anyone about Lady?"

"If I did, I would be letting Mr. Conductor's family down. They did chose me to be Lady's driver, after all."

"Grandma must had loved Lady as much as you did," Lily smiled after a short pause. "Did Grandma ever take a ride on her."

A tear leaked from Burnett's eyes.

"Yes, she did...but she never took a ride on Lady...I couldn't fix her before she went...it was going to be our Shining Time."

Lily seemed curious. She had heard the phrase before from Stacy, now she wanted to hear it from her very own grandfather.

"What is your Shining Time?"

Burnett looked up, wiping the tear away.

"A wonderful journey when the wheels turn and the rails shine. It was always going to be tomorrow, tomorrow Lady would work again...tomorrow, everything would be perfect."

He choked. This was the hardest part he had to say.

"Then it was too late. I had out tomorrow."

Lily, feelings her own affections for her grandmother's death, placed her right hand over his.

"Grandpa...don't shut out today."

Burnett was affected deeply by this touch. It was, and without any doubt, that it was the same way Tasha would smooth her hands against his own whenever he was down.

Getting the coal to and from the mountain top to Burnett's workshop was quite a chore, with the truck demanding that we wanted to go back to Sodor, but Patch was able to pacify the truck by reassuring him that he would be returned to Sodor soon, if it was possible, that is. He galloped straight to workshop, looking for any sign of Boomer along the way, but to his great surprise, that black-hearted bastard was nowhere to be seen.

Arriving at the workshop entrance, Patch removed the heavy bags of coal and carried them straight inside. He was nearly out of breath when he called out.

"Lily...Mr. Stone...I got the coal."

But now was not the time for resting. The pressure was on to save the Magic Railroad. With Burnett's help, they dumped the coal into Lady's bunker and with the shovel he used to stoke Lady's boiler still lying there in her cab, he shoved it into the boiler, each load refilling not only Lady's energy, but his own happiness as well. He was feeling like his old self again, the self that had been locked away for 40 years. He closed the firebox doors, pulled down the whistle cord which let out a melodious shriek, placed the regulator forward and for the first time since her accident Lady was on her way.

The Magic Railroad was still covered in those dammed vines by the time they left the tunnel that travelled into the railroad itself. But then suddenly the lights of the magic turned from dull yellow to green..."Green for Glory" as Burnett would call it. As their faces bathed in the lights, Lilly turned to her grandfather and said.

"Tasha would have loved this journey."

"And she would love it that you're with me now," Burnett smiled, hugging her.

As Lady moved along the track and gathered speed, the care and commitment of those around her had finally paid off. She was becoming herself again...and she was. A gold light shone upon her smokebox door and it melted away, revealing her beautiful face.

"So...you didn't forget about magic after all. It was safe inside you."

Those were the first words that Lady had spoken in years. Burnett found it a miracle to hear her voice again.

As Lily pondered over the remainder of Mr. Conductor's clue, Patch noticed something.

"Look, Lily! The railroad's getting it's energy back."

And it was. Lady was producing colorful shavings of gold, green, pink, red and blue along with all the other colors of the rainbow. Lily studied this phenomenon with wonder and interest. She opened up her knapsack and hovered it over Lady's back, intent on catching the shavings to show Mr. Conductor. Perhaps these shavings would be the answer to his problems.

Then another flash of blue came, complete with a friendly whistle.

"Thomas!" cried Lily.

"You found her!" Thomas cried as he came onto the main track.

"And she looks beautiful!" shouted Richard from the cab.

"Huuh?!"

Richard turned back? He had finally noticed Boomer floating behind them.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!"

"IT'S MAGIC!" Richard shouted back.

Given the fact that he spent most of his life surrounded in non-magical practicality, Boomer could not believe his own eyes. The fact he was floating, the fact he was surrounded by shavings and sparkles...it was all. Too. Much.

Within a few minutes, Patch noticed a glowing entryway a few feet in front of them.

"Lily! Look at that."

And they travelled straight through the portal...back to the Island of Sodor.

At the same time, Splatter and Dodge, along with George were in sitting in front of a pair of buffers. They didn't know it at the time, but those buffers that they were staring at were indeed the magic buffers.

"Okay, George," ordered Splatter. "Knock these over. The boss will be mad at us if we don't keep up with his orders."

Georged eyed the two and said.

"Actually, he'll be mad at you."

"What do you mean?" asked Dodge. "I thought you hated those steamies just as much as we do."

"Just because I hate railways doesn't mean I want to see the engines destroyed. I don't even think I want a roller rink anymore."

"Are you going crackers?" Splatter inquired.

"No, I'm perfectly sane," the steamroller argued. "I've just realized that I would rather have things go back to before: simple and miserable. Consider myself out of your allegiance."

He was about to head out, when...

"And if I were you, I would consider changing roles. Once Diesel 10 gets what he wants, he'll be tired of you."

And off he rolled. Splatter and Dodge did have their doubts about their employer, but they and the rest of the diesels thought of him as a fond person once you got to know his good side. But before either of them would take a shot at destroying the buffers, the most unexpected thing happened: It was Lady.

"Great ghosts!" the diesels cried, and they ran off to inform the others.

Lady stopped right in front of the grotto. Mr. Conductor recovered some of his strength upon seeing her. Lily and Burnett chose to return Mr. Conductor's hat together, handing it out to him in the manner of a peace offering. Feeling confident, Mr. Conductor took back the hat and placed it on his head.

"I'm glad you were able to find your way back," he said.

"So am I. Lily helped with that."

Burnet decided to go back to Lady, checking her wheels for any signs of wear or tear. It was then that Lily suddenly remembered a vital detail to Mr. Conductor's clue. She opened up her knapsack and scooped out the glorious shavings.

"What are these?" Sister asked.

"I think it has something to do with Mr. Conductor's clue," Lily said.

"Watch the swirls that spin so well!" Mr. Conductor was getting very excited indeed.

"Just like all these wonderful shavings," said Lily in wonder. "Mr. C...your family must have guided you to more clues."

"Of course, they did!" cried a triumphant Junior. "So well! And a well means water!"

He took the handle and the rope pulled the bucket all the way to the top of the well. The bucket was full of water and Mr. Conductor wasted no time in mentioning that they had to put the shavings in with the water. There was water dish lying at the base of the well and if there was one thing that Patch remembered from his history books was that when miners panned for gold they would mix the elements together in a dish and shake them around. He also instructed Lily to do this.

"And now all we have to do is..." Lily began to say.

"Throw it up in the air," answered her grandfather.

Lily did so. She kneeled down and shot upwards, sending the shavings flying into the air. Like fireworks, the shavings exploded in a wondrous cloud of gold dust. To everyone, it was the golden treasure of one's beautiful dreams.

"Gold Dust!" everyone shouted in unison.

Sister, Mister and Junior aimed their whistles at the falling dust, sucking the little sparkles right into them. Happy to have them back, the three members of the Conductor family, danced, laughed, whooped and cheered.

At the same time, Thomas came roaring out from the buffers, whistling to greet everyone.

"I'm here!" he called.

Richard waved from the cab.

But just when things were starting to look up for the heroes, there came a voice that was all too familiar.

"Aha! The blue puffball and just look who else I found!"

There was no doubt about it. The voice belonged to Diesel 10 and he was in a very gleaming mood. If you can call it that. He grinned sadistically as his sympathizers followed.

"Now to destroy!"

Then Boomer came flying out of the buffers, heading straight to Diesel 10's rear cab.

"Wait for me! I'm after that engine!"

He landed right on his bum...and saw that he was moving.

"Well," Diesel 10 sniggered. "That makes too us."

"Run Lady, now!" Thomas cried. "I'll help you."

Brunett saw the villains for himself and raced into the cab.

"So will I, Lady! I won't let you down again!"

Lily very much wanted to join, but she understood her grandfather's choice.

"Be careful, Grandpa!" she called.

Burnett gave his granddaughter his best military salute, pushed the regulator forward and they were off. Richard did the same with Thomas.

Diesel 10 was too fast for the Conductors to stop him, but the others were a little slower. They threw their gold dust right at the tracks, materializing a fourteen foot barrier made of black bricks. Mr. Conductor turned to Devious Diesel and said.

"Now, Diesel, I suppose you'll have to go back to the Other Railway and explain all of this."

"Try and make us," he soothed sneakily in his oily voice.

He and the other Diesels backed down, but now it was Sister's turn to shine: She threw some gold dust over the tracks and it flew all the way to the very end of the group. The diesels were trapped.

The chase between Diesel 10, Thomas and Lady took them across the main line. As they reached the junction past Rolf's Castle, Boomer shouted from the front of Diesel 10's cab, with the intention of jumping from it and onto Lady. Then he would throw Burnett off and he would claim Lady for himself...basically history repeating itself in shorter terms.

"Now...I'll kill you both! You and that engine!"

"Sorry, Boomer, but the magic that you refuse to believe in will bite you in the ass."

But as usual, Boomer was too indifferent to listen.

Diesel 10 had hungry eyes on Thomas, his claw reached all the way out, threatening rip off Thomas' bunker. Richard shoveled more coal into the boiler.

"It's times like this I wish I had a shot gun," he said to himself.

Up the line towards Killdane they went with Diesel 10 laughing madly and snarling all the way. As they approached the station, his claw was aimed right over Thomas.

"DIESEL POWER RULES!" he roared and his claw gave a great thrust.

Even though Thomas was behind her, he was her last hope, so Lady had to speed up, going as fast as Burnett would let her. Scared for her life as she was, magical engines such as her had their limitations. But Burnett reassured her as she raced her golden wheels over the tracks.

Along the way, they passed Gordon, who was coming from the other track with the Wild Nor'Wester. He was startled to see the three roaring by him.

"Good Gresley!" he cried. "They're headed straight for the viaduct."

And he was thankful that he crossed the viaduct at a slow pace.

You can easily guess what can happen if one crossover an unstable viaduct at a reckless pace: it starts to crumble. Lady and Thomas saw the viaduct straight ahead.

"I'm certain we can make it!" Thomas encouraged.

"It will be our Shining Time!" shouted Burnett.

Both of them were very confident that little engines could do big things, so they threw caution to the wind by going as fast as they could. Lady crossed the viaduct first; since she was pretty light, but still heavy enough, all the stones in the middle bridge fell. Now there was nothing but track. The gap got closer and closer. Thomas held his held his breath...

A quick squeak followed, and before Thomas had even realized it, he was on the other side of the viaduct. The left half fell into the waters below, while the bottom half, weakened by Thomas' weight, fell upside down before making a huge splash into the river.

"We did it, Thomas! We did it!" cried Richard.

And a short distance away in Lady's cab, Burnett was shouting the same praises. He tooted Lady's whistle and Thomas tooted back. He was relieved.

Neither of them had noticed that Diesel 10 and Boomer had succumbed to a fitting end. When they saw the gap, Diesel 10 applied his brakes and Boomer held on to the claw for dear life. The renegade diesel's speed began to decrease. Slowly, slowly...but it was not slow enough and within a second, the bottomless track collapsed under the weight of his front wheels and Diesel 10 flipped forwards, falling, falling, falling, then...

SPLASH!

He had conveniently landed upside down in a huge load of boiler sludge, carried by none other than Bulstrode the Barge. P.T. Boomer, the very hateful man who had been the cause of so much trouble was...dead. Diesel had crushed him upon making contact with the bottom of Bulstrode's body. Bulstrode himself was angry.

"Just what I need! An engine spoiling my load."

Diesel 10 very much wanted to give the barge a piece of his mind and tear his face off with his claw...but he couldn't. The wires were so damaged that it was completely out of action.

Off he floated...never to be seen again.

Now that they had their gold dust back, the Conductors took everyone to Tidmouth, leaving the diesels behind. They assumed that Thomas and Lady would be there, and sure enough, they were there at the platform outside of the Fat Controller's office. Mr. Conductor went inside to give Sir Topham Hatt a quick phone call about Diesel 10's activities. To his surprise, he and Lady Hatt were on their way back. Lily, having felt a bit of a rush from the ride, was glad that Burnett was safe and hugged him as soon as he stepped off Lady.

Once the call was done, Junior turned to Mister and Sister.

"So, cuzes, now that we've said goodbye to the bad guys, how else can I help?"

"Nothing really," said Sister. "I think you've done enough."

"I'm not so sure," Mr. Conductor said to her. "I have a feeling he doesn't want to go back to the beach."

"I still want to," said Junior. "But only on a holiday. I'm ready to work. Who knows? I may be needed in Shining Time. For now, I think Florida will do. It's full of sunshine, sunny spells and if you're ever in Seminole Gulf, be sure to look me up."

"We will," Mr. Conductor smiled.

Junior turned to Lily.

"Lily...I think I promised you something."

He handed her some gold dust into her right palm. Then Lily walked over to her grandfather, taking out the bluebird from her knapsack. With the bird in her right and the dust spilling from her left, the stuffed animal of the air was starting to glow with all the colors of the rainbow.

"Now we'll always have our Shining Time together."

And Thomas had to agree that it was truly a beautiful moment.