Some weeks had passed since Emily, David and Beatrice shared their incredible story with Thomas and Percy about Emily's first big adventure and David's adventure to find his mother and have a family again. Thomas was indeed very happy to hear such a story about his emerald angel going on her first big adventure, Emily was immensely proud to have had such an unforgettable adventure, and David and Beatrice continued to feel such indescribable gratitude and thrill to be together again.
Now November had begun on the Island of Sodor again. The temperatures were getting lower, and winter was not far off. But the weather was also a little uneven from time to time, and one evening, everything changed. It started just after sundown when dark clouds were looming on the horizon, with rumbles of thunder coming closer and closer. Skiff, Duck and Oliver could see it and knew to return to their sheds as soon as they could. And then, as night fell, it began.
Throughout the first hour or two, a big and powerful storm was plummeting upon Sodor with heavy, heavy rain and very high, strong winds that howled and whistled shrilly through the air. Lightning streaked across the sky, bolts of thunder rumbled through the windows and doors of houses, and the howling wind shook the lamp posts and trees every which way.
And at Tidmouth Sheds, things were not exactly normal for a particular engine. Rebecca, Gordon, Nia, James, Thomas and Emily were all fast asleep and safe enough from the ruckus outside. They knew weather like this and had gotten used to it over the years.
But in his berth, Percy was quivering all over, from buffers to cab. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut, and he was trying desperately not to cry out for help, trying not to let the storm awaken him. But he was utterly hopeless. The storm would not let up anytime soon and there was no clear way to tell when that would be.
Outside, a few empty buckets blew over and rattled loudly across the ground. Percy's eyes popped open and he looked left, right, up and down every which way, feeling his heart pound. He was just about to shut his eyes again, when suddenly, another crack of thunder boomed through the air so loudly, Percy felt the rails shake a little underneath him.
"Oh, dear!" he whispered frantically. "Oh, no!"
But even as he spoke, another crackling thunderclap roared through the air, and Percy caught glimpse of a streak of lightning slice through the sky, bright, scraggly and frightful. Then a blast of howling wind blew his berth doors wide open.
It that moment, Percy could take it no more. Without thinking, he shot a glimpse to a certain engine to his left, then rushed out of his berth and onto the turntable. As he began to turn around, he felt the strong wind blowing coldly across his face and the rain streamed down his boiler.
"Faster, faster, FASTER! Ohh! Turn, turn, TURN!" he wheeshed with fright.
Another loud crack of thunder shook the turntable a little, and lightning flashed through the air again. Percy shuddered so badly, his wheels rattled. As soon as the turntable lined up to Emily's berth, Percy rushed for it and pressed his buffers against the doors, opening them right up.
Emily was fast asleep inside, but Percy felt as though he needed her above all else right now. He rushed in and hastily buffered up to her.
"What-Ohh!" Emily gasped, popping her eyes open with surprise and a little fright. "What's happening?"
"It-it's me, E-Emily!" Percy squeaked.
Emily blinked her eyes as she gathered herself. She saw Percy with popping eyes and a most frightened expression.
"Oh, Percy. You frightened me," Emily sighed. "I thought you were asleep."
"I can't get to sleep," Percy shook. "Have you heard the storm outside?"
"I do hear it, Percy," said Emily. "But don't worry. We're safe enough."
"I don't think I am," Percy peeped shakily. "I don't think I've heard it like this in a long time. Not even that storm before your adventure with the Rangers was this frightening."
Not one second after Percy spoke, another boom of thunder roared through the air, making Percy press his face right to Emily's. Emily could feel his face shaking rather strongly against her face. In that moment, she suddenly got an idea. Perhaps she'd have to take Percy somewhere else so she could comfort him herself. But she and Percy would have to be quick...and be quite brave.
"Percy," she said, sounding solid and to the point. "I have an idea to help you tonight...but I need you to be brave."
"What is it, Emily?" Percy asked.
"I'm taking you to Knapford Sheds. You and I can hold together there at least until the storm passes. But I must warn you, getting there is going to be very hasty, loud and frightful. Do you think you can brave just a few minutes of the storm, with me right with you?"
Percy looked grimly outside, and to Emily's serious expression. "What can I do?" he peeped nervously.
Emily looked right into his eyes, buffering as close as she could. "Just hold onto my buffers...shut your eyes if you have to...and don't let go."
With that, Emily's berth doors suddenly opened. And in that instant, Emily rushed out of Tidmouth Sheds and into the stormy night, pushing Percy right along their way. Percy watched as Emily's face showed a brave, unwavering expression. They rushed right over the turntable and down the line. The wind felt even stronger, the raindrops felt even bigger and the next thunderclap was indeed louder than ever. Percy clung right to Emily, pressing his face to hers, not caring how wet the rain made them.
Emily and Percy rushed along as fast as they could down the line, until they reached Knapford Station. They tore right past the platforms, then saw Knapford Sheds right ahead. They switched to the other line, and they both rushed inside the sheds as the doors shut right behind them.
Emily panted from her hasty, windblown efforts, and she could see Percy was panting so deeply and hastily, his body was still shaking a little. She could tell he was very frightened indeed. She knew storms were nothing to be afraid of, but Percy wasn't like the other engines. He had his own braveries and fears, and for this storm, his fears were perfectly understandable.
"Well. Look what the squall blew in," said a familiar voice.
Percy and Emily looked to each other. It sounded very much like David. Then they looked to where the voice came from, and were most surprised. David and Beatrice were in the shed too, watching the storm through the window.
"David? Beatrice? What are you two doing in here?" asked Emily.
"Hello, Emily," said David. "Mum and I were touring around the island this late afternoon, then just this evening, we got caught in the storm just as we came along here at Knapford."
"We decided to stay here in the shed until it passes. It's quieter in here than outside at the station," said Beatrice. "Dear, what a terrible night!"
"And why have you two come here?" asked David.
"Well, David. As you can see, Percy is feeling very frightened. We've seen and heard storms before, but tonight is quite rough, even for Percy and I."
Another thunderclap crashed loudly outside and Percy pressed his face deep into Emily's, trying so hard to nuzzle as close as he could. Emily made no move to stop him. She would be his shield and protection for as long as he needed her through this storm.
"Emily...I-I'm s-scared!" Percy shivered against her face.
"You're alright, Percy. I've got you," Emily soothed gently.
"This is turning out to be some storm," David inquired as lightning flashed rapidly outside.
As the thunder rumbled away, Percy opened his eyes and looked at David, wondering if he could help.
"You're...you're not scared of the wind and storm, are you David?" asked Percy.
David looked at Percy with a sense of care. "No, Percy. I'm not. And you don't need to be either."
"That's right, Percy," said Beatrice. "It sounds much worse than it really is. A rough storm like this is merely the cold blowing down from the North."
"What does that mean?" asked Percy.
"Well, Percy," said David. "Something I learned when I was young is how the different winds work. There's the west wind, east wind, south wind and the north wind. The west wind is the normal flow of wind we mostly have. The east wind is what can give us unsteady weather because it collides with the west wind. The south wind is a warm, humid wind...and the north wind is the cold, uneven wind."
"Exactly, Percy. Some people personify the different winds," said Beatrice. "The North Wind is personified with anger and force. It's considered an angry wind. You never know what he'll do, and he's indeed cold-tempered, I must say."
"Well, when you put it like that...I don't like how he blows so loudly," Percy peeped before another clap of thunder made him shut his eyes tight.
Then in that moment, David got an idea. It turned out there was another tale he could tell Percy, and even Emily. One he had not shared with either of them yet. There was more to this stormy night than Emily and Percy had been expecting.
"Speaking of which, Percy..." said David. "I actually have a story to tell you. You too, Emily. Do you know that the North Wind and I know each other?"
Emily looked puzzled and a little unconvinced. "You know the wind? But how? The wind can't speak, David."
"We've faced many storms, David. But never once did I even hear the wind speak," agreed Percy.
"It speaks in its way, through thunder, rain and lightning," said David. "But I view it in a slightly different way. In storms like this, your imagination can more or less often run a little wild. Even mine. I have a little story to tell you, which I hope can lower your fears, Percy."
"What story is this?" asked Percy.
"Oh, yes," said Beatrice. "Lawrence told me a few stories about David while he was Captain of the Sea Emperor. This is one which I remember quite well...and one which makes me very proud of how brave my son is."
"Hmm," said Emily. "I don't recall hearing a story like this. What is it about, David?"
"Well, you see, Percy and Emily, I faced a few light hurricanes in my days with the Navy," said David. "And I've faced some hefty storms during my days onboard the Sea Emperor...but would you believe I braved through a hurricane even then?"
Percy and Emily froze and stared at David. Neither of them heard something like this.
"You, David? You faced a hurricane, like when Thomas faced that cyclone in Australia?" Emily gaped.
"It was just a category one hurricane, Emily," said David. "The lowest wind speed for a hurricane, but it was still a dangerous time."
"Categories?" Percy asked. "How does that work?"
"It's quite technical, Percy," said David. "The simple way to explain is this. For hurricanes, category one is the weakest wind, where the damage may take a few days to repair. Category five is the most severe wind, which may take several months to repair the damage."
"Hmm. Okay," said Percy. "Well, I don't know what hurricane this is outside."
David laughed. "This is no hurricane, Percy. Not even close. It's loud and rough, no doubt, but not a hurricane to my eyes."
"Well, it still frightens me," Percy shook as the thunder began to rumble again. "May I please hear this story?"
"I'd like to hear too," said Emily. "This is new even for me."
"Very well, you two," said Beatrice. "Here's a story about my David Rider and the North Wind."
And so, David and Beatrice began their little story, and Percy and Emily listened...
It was a bleak, cloud-covered night on the sea, almost a year before David ended his goods duties at sea. On this night, the Sea Emperor was sailing along the northern Atlantic Ocean, bound for a shipment to Northern Scotland. David's first mate Copper was at the ship's wheel, and the other crew members were standing by for orders, while David stood on deck, looking out to the sea. Something didn't feel exactly right. The clouds seemed especially dark and plump in the sky compared to how they usually seemed. David could also feel a cold nip in the air, and the wind was uneven. It wasn't a gentle wind or a hard steady wind. It was a teasing wind which blew suddenly in brief, but hard puffs. Everyone on deck wondered just what would happen tonight.
Copper tried to break the slightly unsettling silence.
"Captain? Have the shipping companies given any thought to listening to you about possibly leaving this business and following your own life?"
David looked up to Copper blankly. "No they haven't. They still begin squabbling away if I even try to mention such an idea."
"Well, perhaps they need more time to pull themselves together. Unsettling weather tonight, isn't it, Captain?" asked Copper.
"Bleak. Very bleak. And even with the wind, it seems quiet. Too quiet," agreed David. "I don't know what tonight will bring. But I do know that whenever the time comes that I can truly be free of goods duties like this, that feeling will just...hit me. Like lightning!"
But in that moment, a sudden flash snaked through the sky and through the clouds. David whipped his head out toward the sea, and a crack of thunder rumbled overhead. David and Copper looked up and saw the black, smoke-like clouds curling ominously overhead, then they began to twist and merge in circles overhead. Everyone's hearts began to race wildly. The waves began to ripple and get rather big, rather fast. David gazed with alarm out to the sea...and he could see a thick, twisting wall of rain on the horizon, followed by distant streaks of lightning. The wall of rain came nearer and nearer at an alarming rate.
"HURRICANE COMING!" Cecco shrieked from the lookout as the rain began to fall heavily and hastily. "Stand fast! Secure the rigging!"
"To your stations! NOW!" David demanded suddenly.
With that, the crew of the Sea Emperor scrambled about the deck, and began managing the sails and ropes however they needed to. The rain was pouring hard. Then the winds suddenly began blowing with alarming force, summoning fierce, high white-caps almost twenty feet high. It had just come out of nowhere, but now, the Sea Emperor was caught in the edges of a hurricane.
"Whoa! The wind's all of a sudden on the move here!" Jordan exclaimed.
Now, it was a terrible, frightening night, and it looked grim for the Navy Captain. A dark, violent sky loomed overhead with curling black and grey clouds, and David was out on the ocean onboard the Sea Emperor. It was not very safe at all. Over the first two hours, the ocean waves roared and splays of icy water splashed the crew. High winds pushed the emerald green sails as far as they would go, making the Sea Emperor tear across the thundering water at a swift, but very bumpy speed. Lightning streaked across the sky and bolts of thunder roared so loudly, David felt like he was shaken, but he kept steering the ship's wheel this way and that, braving onward through the storm, never letting the cold or storm get him down.
"How can we sail through a wrathful storm like this, onboard a ship that doesn't power by an engine?!" Milo shouted into the night.
"Aye, the Sea Emperor runs on sails!" Jordan bellowed. "Engines are more useful for open ocean! But we're not trying to reach open ocean, are we?"
David heard the wind whistle and turned the wheel hard to the right, trying to steer with the wind so as not to upset the ship's balance too much. Copper came scrambling up the stairs, but was thrown off his feet by another high gust of wind. As he scrambled up again, the wind howled even louder, shrieking like a lost soul.
"We should drop canvas, Captain!" Copper called out. "These sails weren't meant for wind like this!"
"She can hold a bit longer!" David shouted above the thunder, holding a smile of entertained enthusiasm.
"What's in your head that puts you in such a fine mood, Captain?!" Copper asked with surprise.
"We're getting closer to land! I know it!" David announced. "My ship has reached its full speed!"
Copper ran back to the main deck to help in any way he could with the rest of the crew. David continued to turn the ship's wheel left and right whenever he had to, all while the wind howled, the thunder roared and the lightning struck. The big raindrops soaked David through his sailing coat and made him cold, but he was determined and stubborn. He had stopped Sailor John, and he was not keen to let this hurricane from the North Wind best him.
"Blow all you want, North Wind. But I am a sailor, and I know your ways!" David shouted to the sky.
The wind blew even harder and louder but David just laughed with amusement. In the midst of the dangers involved, he found it fun and exciting to brave through such rough weather, until he heard a warning bell in the distance, and he looked ahead.
"Another boat! It looks like he's in trouble!" he exclaimed.
As soon as he said that, another flash of lighting lit the sky up and another crack of thunder roared through the air.
"What mischief are you up to now?!" David growled to the sky as he steered towards the distressed boat.
There were two fishermen in raincoats on this boat. It was a low-quality fishing boat with two small sails and a small engine. The boat was barely big enough for two people with a tiny cabin. Neither of these men were expecting this storm and were quite unprepared now. This boat stood little to no chance against the storm. Suddenly, a high whitecap rushed over the side of the boat, splashing the captain, and the wind gusted so strongly, it threw the fisherman off his feet. Then there was trouble. The main mast to the boat couldn't withstand the wind, and it suddenly snapped! It took out the main sail and crunched right on the engine, knocking it out. The captain tried steering the boat, but it was no good. The rudder was coming loose and by now, all the boat could do was be splashed, rocked, tossed and turned all over the place, making both men chillingly cold and seriously seasick.
"The wind is too strong! The waves are too high!" shouted the captain.
But the fisherman looked out to sea and could see the emerald green ship in the distance. Both men knew this ship all too well, as did many others throughout England and Scotland.
"Captain, look! The Sea Emperor! She sails through the cyclone!" he called. He started to wave the boat's lantern wildly in an attempt to get David's attention.
"Hold on, sirs! I'm on my way!" David called as he steered closer to the broken boat, across the roaring waves...
"Was David scared, Beatrice?" Percy asked in Knapford Sheds.
"No, Percy. David was a very brave captain," said Beatrice.
"With all due respect, Beatrice," said Emily. "David must have been scared in some way."
"That is true, Emily. I was scared, but I still came for those men," said David. "A soldier may get frightened, but he can't let fear stop him from prevailing."
And so Beatrice and David continued with the story...
"Captain David's bringing the Sea Emperor over! He's coming to save us!" exclaimed the fisherman. David brought the Sea Emperor as close as he could to the broken boat. Then Jordan took a large rope with a hook and hurled it out. The rope landed on the fishing boat's deck, then hooked over the deck's railing.
"Get onboard! Quick!" David ordered.
Both men climbed for their lives and scrambled onboard the Sea Emperor. Jordan then cut the rope and escorted the two men to the ship's wheel while David began to sail off again, leaving the fishing boat where it was. It was broken beyond repair anyway. Suddenly, a huge wave splashed over and washed the broken boat underwater and away.
"Just in time. You were in bad trouble there," sighed David.
"We thank you very much, Captain Rider. You saved us from that terrible wind," said the captain, shaking his hand.
"I know hurricanes like no tomorrow, sir," said David. "I've faced a fair few of them during my days in the Navy. You two step inside my cabin and get warm."
The two men thanked David once again and went inside. But as David looked up, his eyebrow raised with alert and his heart thumped in his chest. With the way the clouds curled and the thunder boomed, it almost seemed like the hurricane was angry with David…very angry. As David gazed at the curling black clouds, his imagination began to run a little wild. To him, the clouds seemed to form a face which appeared though the lightning. It almost seemed as if the North Wind had come alive. The face looked like it had a thick beard and angry glare. Then David felt as though his ears could hear the North Wind speak. His voice was deep, echoing and haunting.
"I see you, David Rider...and I am blowing cold out of the North!"
And with that, he blew a blast of icy wind with scathing force against David as he shielded himself with his sleeve.
"Why do you blow so cold, North Wind?" David called out.
"This is my ocean. These are MY seas," the North Wind replied as he blew another cyclonic force of wind at David, trying to make his point.
"These oceans belong to us ALL!" shouted David as the Sea Emperor rocked and rocked, up one wave then down another.
"You will see. I will take a huge breath…" the North Wind echoed as he inhaled as much as he could. "And…OUT!" he thundered, blowing his hardest yet. The Sea Emperor moved so fast, it overlapped the whitecaps.
"BLOW, NORTHERN WIND, BLOW!" David roared as loud as he could.
And indeed, the North Wind blew and blew through the hurricane for a total of six more hours. But David and his men kept their grip on the boat and willed their way through the storm. David and the North Wind kept exchanging remarks and objections, both becoming more and more determined to master the other. It was indeed a most perilous and exciting range of time for everyone onboard the Sea Emperor. But with every storm, there was a light at the end of the tunnel to be found...
"What happened to the wind, Beatrice?" Percy asked in Knapford Sheds.
"Yes...how did it turn out in the end, David?" Emily asked, sounding most intrigued by such a story.
Beatrice gave both engines a smile. "Well, Percy. The harder the wind blows, the more a storm will drain, which means the wind will lose its strength sooner or later. And so, Emily and Percy, to conclude this story, after blowing with such cold force, the North Wind blew himself out..."
After a total of eight hours of frightful, destructive raging weather, the thunder and lightning slowly became quieter and less frequent. Then the rain began to lighten steadily over another twenty minutes. And just as the clouds began to part and reveal the stars again, David looked up to the North Wind. He became fainter and fainter as the moonlight glowed brighter and brighter in the sky full of stars.
"We will meet again…we will meet…" the North Wind struggled to speak as he disappeared and faded into blank oblivion.
"Goodbye, North Wind," said David as he looked ahead. "And thank you. You've blown me that much closer to port."
That was indeed true. As David looked ahead, he could see the lights of a harbour and a neighbouring town in the distance. This was the port in Northern Scotland he was bound for. The Sea Emperor had braved through the hurricane and was now approaching port where it could deliver its shipment of goods and rest after such a wrathful storm.
When the Sea Emperor arrived, everyone was staggered and surprised to see that it had braved through such a horrific storm. As the harbour crane began unloading the goods, David and his crew came off the Sea Emperor and all the workmen cheered and congratulated them for their safe arrival and utmost bravery at sea that night. David felt proud of himself, and he had scored another victory at sea. First stopping Sailor John in the Navy, and now, he had withstood a hurricane and the North Wind's cold nature onboard his very own ship. Indeed, it was a very fine time for the young Navy Captain...
Back in Knapford Sheds, the story was now complete.
"And that's the story of my David Rider and the North Wind," said Beatrice.
"Yes. A most unforgettable time for me," said David. "What did you think, Emily? And Percy?"
Emily stood there, enthralled and absorbed. "Cinders and Ashes, David! That's a most exciting tale to hear about my Navy friend! Truly amazing!"
"And Percy? What did you think?" asked Beatrice.
Just then, another rumble of thunder loomed outside the sheds, but this time, Percy didn't shudder or press into Emily. He suddenly smiled.
"If Captain David doesn't fear that wretched wind, neither do I!" he declared.
David and Beatrice smiled, and Emily beamed proudly to Percy.
"You're a brave little chap, Percy. I'm happy and proud of you," Emily smiled.
Percy suddenly frowned and looked out the window. "Go on, North Wind! Keep blowing, but you don't frighten me now!"
A moment or two passed. Then another loud thunderclap and howl of wind rang through the air. Percy shut his eyes, but didn't seem afraid. And then, quite gradually, the wind became softer outside. Percy opened his eyes again. Over a few more minutes, the lightning stopped flashing. The thunderclaps became more and more distant...and then...all was quiet. Nothing stirred or moved outside. All was peaceful, calm and still.
"Well, Percy," said Emily. "It looks and sounds like the North Wind has done his share for the night. He has dispersed and returned to the North."
Percy remained silent for a few moments, then looked at Emily. "Yes. He has left Sodor, Emily," he said with a smile. "And thank you."
"For what, Percy?" asked Emily.
"For bringing me here through the storm," said Percy. "You're such a brave mother figure to do that for me through such a frightening storm. We didn't know you would be here, David and Beatrice, but thanks to Emily, I was able to hear a most exciting story about you, David. And thank you, Beatrice for letting me hear that story."
"Well, you're most welcome, Percy," said Beatrice.
"Well, Emily, I feel much better now. Thank you, mummy," Percy peeped as he playfully gave Emily's chin a few little nibbles and a kiss.
"Mmm...ah!" Percy exclaimed cutely.
Emily cooed happily and buffered to Percy, raining little kisses along his face, her beautiful lips softly pecking his cheeks and nose.
"Oh, my sweet little baby. I love you, Percy!" she whispered between kisses, while Percy blushed bright red and giggled bashfully.
At that moment, David checked his pocket watch. "Goodness. It's getting late. Mother and I should be getting home now. Goodnight, Percy. Goodnight, Emily."
"Goodnight, Emily and Percy," said Beatrice.
"Goodnight, David and Beatrice," Percy and Emily said together as the soldier and mother left the sheds.
Then Emily turned to Percy once more. "You really are a brave engine, Percy. I love you, my adorable baby."
And she gave his cheek a soft, warm goodnight kiss.
"I love you too, Emily. Sweet dreams, mother," Percy peeped as he kissed her cheek too.
"Sweet dreams, Percy," Emily whispered as the two of them fell asleep peacefully and happily.
As David and Beatrice neared Knapford Station, Bertie rolled along, ready to bring these two people home now that the weather had improved. And so David and Beatrice rode home back to Arlesburgh. As they walked through the town, the clouds parted and the stars and moon shone their way through the sky. It was like the storm had never hit. Beatrice gave a smile to David, who smiled right back as they arrived home.
"Much better, isn't it, mother?" David murmured.
"Yes, it's a lovely night now," said Beatrice. Then she had a little idea. "In fact, now that the night looks so beautiful...if you'd like, David...I'd be glad to have a mug of cocoa with you, now that the storm has passed. Would you like that?"
"Oh, mother. I'd love to," smiled David as he and Beatrice stepped inside their Arlesburgh home.
Beatrice turned on the living room light and sat down on the sofa, while David made his way into the kitchen and spooned out cocoa powder and sugar into two mugs and turned on the kettle. While he waited for it to heat up, he returned to the living room and sat beside Beatrice for a minute or two, until they started talking a little.
"So, mum," said David. "Do you think Percy has gotten over his fear of stormy winds like we had tonight?"
"Well, our story seemed to do something, David," said Beatrice. "And...perhaps I performed a little counselling for him, by telling him that story."
"Perhaps you did, mother," said David. "And it certainly made Percy smile tonight. Sodor really has gained a wonderful counsellor. Even the engines, it seems."
Beatrice smiled dearly. "Thank you, my dear Davey."
At that moment, the kettle began to whistle from the kitchen. David got up and returned to the kitchen to fetch it. The whistling stopped and he poured the boiling water into both mugs. Then he poured a dash of milk it into both mugs, then carried them both to the living room. He handed a mug to Beatrice, and sat right next to her. And so there they were. Just as Percy and Emily slept together peacefully as mother and son figures in Knapford Sheds, David and his mother both sat in their Arlesburgh home, with their mug of cocoa, enjoying each other's company in a warm living room, with a starry night sky outside after the Cold of the North had shown itself on Sodor.
"Thank you, David," said Beatrice. "Between you and me, I'm so happy we can share moments like this again, now that I'm home...with you."
"So am I, mother. So am I," David murmured as he gently blew his cocoa to cool it down. Beatrice did the same and sipped her steaming drink.
"Hmm…absolutely lovely, isn't it, David?" she smiled, feeling a warm taste of cocoa in her mouth while David sipped his own.
"Mmm…" he hummed, enjoying the taste too.
David and Beatrice spent some time on the sofa, sitting together with their hot drinks until soon, both mugs were empty. Afterwards, they both went to their bedrooms, changed into their nightwear and were ready for bed. Beatrice hugged David goodnight and soon, they were both asleep too, comfortable and safe under the starlit night outside. But November was just beginning. Soon, there would be a new experience that would befall two certain engines, who pulled the express together and were just beginning a new chapter in both their lives.
Another surprise story, and according to Jeremy, this story is mainly inspired by "Little Bear," again. Based on the episode "Little Bear and the Wind," where a storm is raging outside, and Mother Bear tells a story about Father Bear facing the high winds of the sea to help Little Bear get over his fear of the storm. The more you know. Anyway, our next story is gonna be focusing on Gordon and Rebecca again, finally is what some of you are probably thinking. It'll be a pretty important story for Gordon and Rebecca's relationship, so hopefully you'll all enjoy it. Until then, tell us what you thought of this story and we'll see you next time. Stay safe and wash your hands.