It was close to 3 AM, and all was not quiet at the scrapyard. Daniella had been roused from her slumber by the sound of an anguished yelp. "Huh?" she said groggily as she opened her eye. Beside her, Mark was letting out pained whimpers; his deathly pale face contorted into an expression of sheer misery. Black streaks stained the lower half of his face. That, along with the hoses that had been shoved into his mouth and in the hole where the tip of his nose had been, gave him a ghastly appearance in the dim light. Beside him, Melvin looked on in concern, occasionally glancing at Daniella.

"I'm sorry…didn't…mean to wake you," Mark said, his voice straining and full of anguish.

"Don't be, ya can't help it," Daniella said softly.

"Daniella?" Mark said quietly.

"What is it?" said Daniella.

"I…I'm scared," said Mark.

"What you scared of?" Daniella asked.

"I don't…want to sleep," said Mark.

"Why not? You havin' nightmares or somethin'?" said Daniella.

"N-No, I…I can't…Melvin…he'll be alone," Mark said in a strained voice.

At that, Melvin's eyes widened. Daniella merely looked at them; she already knew that Mark was nearing the end. However, she hated to see this unfold.

Mark continued, though he was having difficulty speaking: "I'm so scared…it hurts so much…I gotta stay…I got to,"

"Mark, no," Melvin said to him, "you don't have to,"

Mark looked at him wearily, and Melvin continued: "I'm gonna miss you a lot, but I don't want to see you suffer like this. If I were in your place, I'd probably be begging to be put out of my misery. You don't have to do this for me," he said.

"Are you sure?" Mark asked quietly.

Daniella gulped. Oh, she was afraid of this. Steeling herself, she waited for him to ask her to put an end to his suffering.

"Yeah Mark, I'm sure," Melvin said, and Mark smiled at him. However, before either of them had a chance to ask Daniella to do the deed, Daniella left the sheds, looking rather distraught. She went right outside the scrapyard and sat just beyond the gates, weighing her options. She knew good and well that Mark was suffering, yet she could hardly stand the thought of killing him.

"What do I do?" Daniella said to herself, "I just dunno what's right," Letting out a sigh, she looked at the ground. "I can't do it…they're twins. I just…" Daniella stopped speaking when a familiar figure appeared before her.

I know you don't want to hurt him, Dani. Phoenix said, looking at her.

"It's not just that, they're twins for fucks sakes!" said Daniella.

Melvin is ready to let go. Phoenix said, and Daniella looked down. He's going to ask you, Dani.

"What if I refuse?" said Daniella, "I mean, he doesn't exactly have much longer,"

He'll linger for weeks if you don't. He's completely miserable. Please, Dani, I know you don't wanna do this, but you'd be doing him a huge favor. Melvin doesn't wanna see him suffer like this either. Phoenix said sadly.

"Are you sure about this?" said Daniella.

Yes, and don't be too upset. He'll be fine. Phoenix said.

"He'll be dead," Daniella said flatly.

I'm dead, aren't I? Phoenix said with a slight smirk.

"Point taken," Daniella muttered, and the ghost snickered in response. Finally, she went back to the twins. Both of them looked at her, not saying a word. Finally, Melvin spoke: "Please miss, he doesn't deserve this. No matter what I say or do, he's not any happier. I can't cheer him up, can't ease his pain, please, just end it,"

"Are ya both sure about this?" said Daniella.

"Y-Yes," Mark choked out.

Daniella looked at Melvin. "I'm not sure ya wanna see this," she said.

"I'll stay here, if that's OK with you," said Melvin.

"Alright," Daniella said as she returned to her spot in the sheds. She then positioned her claw so that it rested on top of Mark, who looked at her wearily. "Go to sleep lil guy. I'll make it quick, ya won't feel a thing," Daniella assured him.

Mark closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep for the last time. The sound of tearing, scraping metal emanated from the sheds shortly afterwards. Daniella had made sure that the little class 01 would suffer no longer, the only way she could.

Later that morning, Den, Dart, Diesel 10, Arry and Paxton were awakened by the sound of Daniella's horn as she shunted Melvin and Paul into the Dieselworks.

"Um…" Den trailed off.

"What he means to say is, why did you bring those two here?" said Dart.

"I want you to fix them," said Daniella.

Den and Dart looked at each other. "Excuse me, but we weren't given orders to have any scrap engines restored," said Dart.

"Then BLOODY WELL TELL LORELEI to tell these fuckin' workmen to do EVERYTHING POSSIBLE TO SAVE THESE TWO!" Daniella screamed.

Den and Dart gulped. "Yes, ma'am!" they both said nervously.

Soon, Lorelei arrived at the Dieselworks. "What is going on here?" she said.

"Lorelei, please, tell the workmen to do everything in their power to save these two engines!" Daniella pleaded.

"Dani, you know everyone that gets sent to my scrapyard is stored unserviceable," Lorelei said with a sigh.

"Please, Lorelei! Paxton can't lose three of his brothers, and this one is in better shape than the other two! And Melvin's not that bad off; they deserve another chance, especially after…" Daniella trailed off.

"What happened this time? Don't tell me another engine was dumped!" said Lorelei.

"Worse! I had to scrap Mark!" said Daniella.

The other engines, except for Melvin, gasped.

"You did what?" Lorelei said, flabbergasted.

"I had to put him outta his misery," Daniella said, looking down. "He wanted it…and so did Melvin. I'm sorry, Lorelei, I know how ya feel about that, but I couldn't let him suffer, he was—"

"I know," Lorelei said, patting Daniella's buffers, "You did the right thing,"

"Great! While we're still on the subject, would you kindly put me out of my misery?" Arry said pointedly.

For a moment, everyone just stared at him.

"Arry—" Diesel 10 started.

"Stuff it, Diesel 10!" Arry snapped.

"I will not stuff it!" Diesel 10 retorted. "I've been trying to tell you, and it's about time you bloody well listened! I know how hard it is to lose a twin!"

"So do I," Melvin said quietly.

"Oh yeah?! Did either of you see them die right before your eyes?!" Arry snapped.

"Yes!" Diesel 10 snapped, and Melvin murmured in agreement.

"And I don't care! If I want to be scrapped, that's my choice! I shouldn't have to live like this!" said Arry.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. I am not scrappin' ya!" said Daniella.

"Why not?!" Arry exclaimed, sounding somewhat desperate.

"Because I've done more than enough of that today!" said Daniella.

"Enough!" said Lorelei. "We are not scrapping Arry, though I think I may need to get him a shrink. Joy, more paperwork," she said sarcastically, then turned to the workmen. "You, I want these two engines restored. If that's not possible, do whatever it takes to save their lives," she said.

Paul smiled happily. He still remembered that day when he had been taken to the scrapyard. At first, he had been terrified of Daniella. Now, he was thankful that she had taken him instead of someone else. If it hadn't been for her, he most likely would be in pieces by now. Even though what had happened to Denny and Dexter was horrible, Paul was thankful he had gotten to see them again.

Arry, however, was not happy at all. He skulked off to his shed, where he wished that Daniella would just put an end to his life. He hadn't been the same since Bert was killed. As a matter of fact, he had never felt so alone and empty. It was as if a part of him had died with his twin. He wanted to cry, but just couldn't. Closing his eyes, he tried to sleep, as thoughts of his dead brother plagued his mind.