A/N I think this will be the wrap of this one, since it's hard for me to know what to do except end it.

Tootle was settling into his new life. He was safe now, as long as he was really useful. His days were spent pulling passenger trains and learning the culture of Sodor. He was mastering railway terminology. However, sometimes he slipped up and talked of switching instead of shunting and the like. His closest friends were the other tender engines, except James, who he was mostly just civil with because of their first interactions. Maybe I can recover, Tootle thought, someday. He just was unsure, given James' temper and mischievous ways, if they could ever be close. Though not that close to the tank engines, he was friendly with some of them. I just don't get them, sometimes, he thought, regarding the tank engines. Most of them are so cheeky at times.

One day, Tootle decided to tell about his younger days. He told the others about how he had trouble staying on the rails as a young engine because he preferred the meadow, where he played and smelled flowers. But it got him in trouble, he said. He then said how he learned to excel in Staying On The Rails. Then, he told how he became a Flyer and then the story of the end of steam where he was and his journey to Sodor.

Tootle was now another Sodor engine, just like the rest. He still remembered his old life and carried that accent Thomas picked up on when they first met as the years went on. However, his vocabulary was the same as the rest, mostly. He used the words of his homeland with Rosie and Porter once they came, though, as they lingered in his memory. He even got more friendly with James in time as the red engine changed. The years went by and more and more of the world moved away from steam. However, on Sodor they stood by their steam never dies here attitude.

A/N I don't know if this chapter's that great, but I really just didn't know where else to go. This chapter's all I could think of to end it, due to losing inspiration. Just ran out of steam, I guess. No real reason in particular.