Ever since the incident in which the steam engines had refused to work because they feared that Sodor would no longer be a safe haven for steam, Lorelei worked hard to improve her relationship with them. One night, she had sent Diesel 10 to the Other Railway to guard the scrapyard so that Daniella could visit Sodor.

That night, Lorelei arranged for most of the engines to meet up at Tidmouth. She had told Daniella about the issue at hand. That some of the steam engines simply didn't trust her and feared that she may do away with them in favor of diesels.

Once everyone had arrived, Daniella sat on the turntable and told them a tale of something that she had experienced long before she had her accident.

Several years ago:

It was the beginning of the end for steam on the Other Railway. Many classes of steam engines had been withdrawn already in favor of diesels. At the time, Daniella was still quite young, and she had no idea of the horrors that many steam engines faced. She had only met a few, and they were all distrusting of her despite her efforts to be friendly towards them. Daniella didn't know why these strange, old engines were leery of her, but she would soon find out.

There were, of course, a few diesels on her railway that were quite cocky and had an attitude that they were inherently better than their steam powered predecessors. Daniella never believed that any engine was inherently superior to another. Unlike her brother, who often took things very personally, and soon became fed up with getting dirty looks and the occasional insult thrown his way by the few steam engines that remained, Daniella wanted to try to reach out to the steam engines. After all, she saw no reason that steam and diesel engines shouldn't be able to get along.

One day, Daniella had to deliver some trucks to one of the scrapyards. She had heard many things about the scrapyards, but this would be her first time ever visiting one. She knew that most steam engines were terrified of scrapyards, and some diesels were uneasy talking about them. At the time, Daniella didn't know what to expect. As a matter of fact, she was rather nervous.

When she finally arrived, the sight that greeted her eyes saddened her. Lines of rusted, derelict steam engines sat on nearly every track. Many of them were partially dismantled, having had various parts removed. While a few of them looked at her, many simply stared at the ground, looking completely hopeless and miserable. It was then; Daniella realized why many engines feared the scrapyards. These were places where engines were sent to die.

As she was uncoupled from her trucks, Daniella looked over to the rusting hulks that were once magnificent machines. She saw the despair in their eyes. Then, she heard a scream. Looking ahead of her, Daniella saw a small tender engine that was being cut up. Tears of pain and anguish streamed down its sunken cheeks as it cried out, begging the men to stop.

At that moment, Daniella charged at the scrap men, who quickly jumped out of the way of the enraged warship. The man with the cutting torch had barely avoided being crushed under her wheels.

"Crazy engine! What do you think you're doing?!" one of the men shouted at her.

"If you're gonna kill 'em, make it quick! There's no need to make 'em suffer!" Daniella snapped at them.

"What is going on here?" a voice said. Daniella looked to see a class 14 diesel on the tracks in front of her.

"This crazy engine tried to run us over for doing our jobs!" one of the men said.

"I'll handle this," the class 14 said, and looked at Daniella. "My name is Jacob. And you are?"

Daniella looked at the other diesel uncertainly. "Dani," she said bluntly.

"Pleasure to meet you, Dani. Now, perhaps no one ever taught you the place of diesels on the railways. We are an improvement, made to replace these useless piles of rubbish you see here," said Jacob.

"Useless? Rubbish? Excuse you? They're engines just like you and I are, and they don't deserve to be—to be—tortured to death!" Daniella spat.

Jacob scoffed. "Why should you care how they're disposed of? They've had a good run, served their purpose. Why should you care what happens to this lot? Their time is up. Out with the old, and in with the new."

Daniella snarled. "How could you be so cruel?" she hissed.

"It's just the way of the world. What are you going to do about it? You can't change it," Jacob said dismissively.

Then, something in Daniella snapped, and she lost her temper completely. She couldn't believe how callous and cruel this other engine was acting. The steam engines that were condemned to be scrapped were suffering, and this nasty piece of work in front of her simply didn't care. Daniella charged forward once more, ramming into the smaller diesel. "OH YES! I! CAN!" Daniella shouted as she repeatedly rammed the other engine, until she managed to bash his buffers in and bump him off the rails.

Daniella finally stopped her assault on the smaller diesel when she noticed that many of the derelict steam engines were staring at her in a mixture of shock, fear, and bewilderment. Finally, she spoke. "You don't deserve this. No engine deserves this. I'll come back for you," she said, as she reversed out of the scrapyard.

Present day:

"The yard manager wasn't happy with me. I couldn't return," Daniella said sadly, "I don't know if any of those engines got preserved. I can only hope some of them made it outta there. I never wanted to see that kind of unnecessary suffering ever again."

The steam engines at Tidmouth stared at her in awe.

"I'm well aware of what happened to steam, an' so is Lorelei," said Daniella.

"And I don't want any of you to go before your time," Lorelei added.

At that, the engines smiled at her. It was plain as day now, Lorelei cared about them all, and wanted to ensure their wellbeing and that of the railway.

Lorelei, however, noticed Edward looking at her intently. The sorrow in his eyes was apparent. "Is something wrong?" she asked.

"Yes," Edward said miserably, "I just don't understand! I thought the Fat Controller would never turn his back on any of his engines! I need to know what happened, what made him change so suddenly,"

"I think we all need to know that," Henry added, looking down.

"I'm doing my best to find out why, but I still haven't found any more information," said Lorelei.

"That's not all," Edward said, "Right before Diesel 10 got ill, BoCo made a trip to the mainland and—and he never came back. Was—was she in your scrapyard, Lorelei?" he said, struggling to maintain his composure.

"We've had a lot of diesels in that scrapyard, what kind was he?" said Daniella.

"BoCo is a Metropolitan-Vickers diesel, a class 29, I think," said Henry.

"Never had that particular class in the scrapyard, an' I never had anyone by that name," said Daniella.

"That means he might still be out there," Lorelei said, and Edward perked up a bit. "Daniella, when you're on the Other Railway, keep your eyes peeled for an engine fitting that description. As a matter of fact, anyone who makes any trips to the Other Railway, keep your eyes peeled. If you think you've seen that diesel or anything that could lead us to him, you let me know right away," she said.

"Yes ma'am!" the engines chorused.

"Alright, everyone who doesn't stay at Tidmouth, back to your sheds!" said Lorelei. As the other engines started to leave, she turned to Edward and said, "If you ever need to talk, just ask me alright?"

Edward smiled at her. "Thank you," he said.

Finally, Lorelei and Daniella left, and the engines closed their eyes and drifted off to sleep. For the most part, they were at ease about their new controller. Though they didn't know what was to come for the railway, they at least knew that Lorelei had their best interests at heart.