When Daniella returned to the scrapyard, Paxton came along with her. He had wanted to see his brothers badly, and considering the condition that they were in, Lorelei allowed it. While Paul was still at the Dieselworks with Melvin, Dexter and Denny still remained on the Other Railway.

As Daniella checked on the others, Paxton rolled up to his brothers, immediately noticing that Dexter was looking very pale. "Dexter?" he asked apprehensively, "What's wrong?"

For a moment, Dexter weakly sputtered, seemingly struggling to speak. "I…I don't…" he muttered.

"Dexter…?" Paxton said, his voice wavering.

Dexter didn't answer him. Unable to speak anymore, he looked at his brother sadly, before closing his eyes.

"Dexter? S-Say something…Dexter? N-No…" Paxton choked out. Unable to contain himself, the little green diesel began sobbing. Denny looked on, horrified and saddened.

"Paxton? What happened? Are you alright?" Daniella said as she approached.

"N-no…Dexter…he's gone…h-he's gone," Paxton said miserably.

"Aw no," Daniella said sympathetically. "Look, lemme take ya back home," she said.

"O-OK…but…I don't want t-to leave Denny all alone," Paxton said tearfully.

Daniella sighed. "How about we take him with us? I know he can't be fixed, but he might be happier if he doesn't hafta spend the rest of his days in a scrapyard," she said.

"I—I'd like that," Denny said quietly.

Soon, Daniella had coupled up to Denny, and they left for Sodor. Daniella had to move Denny very slowly so as to avoid damaging him further. Once they arrived, Daniella explained what had happened.

"I didn't even get to say goodbye," Paul said, looking down.

Daniella looked at them sadly; there was nothing more that she could do. Leaving the three remaining brothers, she headed back to the Other Railway. As she approached the scrapyard, she noticed two engines in front of the gates, one of whom she immediately recognized.

"YOU!" Daniella shouted as the Deltic reversed onto the tracks that she was on, and quickly sped off. "Oh, no you don't!" Daniella growled as she gave chase.

"Back off, Reaper! I'm just doing my job, unlike you," Jarred snapped.

"I do my job you asshole!" Daniella snapped back.

"Last time I checked it's not your job to interfere with mine! Learn your place, you disgraceful engine!" Jarred shot back.

"It's my job to protect those broken engines, you motherfucking shithead!" Daniella snapped.

"I'm only following orders, like a good engine should!" Jarred said as he sped up.

"You know who else was only following orders?! Nazi soldiers!" Daniella growled.

"How dare you compare me to that?! If it wasn't for your radical ideas, I wouldn't have so many engines to deliver to you!" Jarred spat. He was suddenly jolted forward as Daniella rammed him from behind. "Shit!" he cursed.

"You don't have to follow that man's orders! You don't have to help him torture those shunters!" said Daniella.

"Yes I do! Engines that disobey get scrapped! Don't you know that?!" Jarred said desperately, as he was nearly jolted off the tracks by another harsh bump from behind. He didn't understand why Daniella wasn't using her claw to strike him. Still, he couldn't show this dangerous renegade any fear. Finally, he sped through a junction right as the signal turned red.

Daniella braked hard, barely stopping in time to avoid colliding with a train that was on the other line. Cursing vehemently, Daniella reversed all the way back to the scrapyard. As she approached, she was greeted by a familiar spirit, who sat on the tracks directly in front of the points that led to the gates.

Phoenix, who was partially obscuring the view of what had been left in front of the gates, looked rather distressed.

"Phoenix?" Daniella said, somewhat puzzled.

You're not gonna like this, Dani. Phoenix said.

"Well no shit, Sherlock. Another engine got tortured by that fucking—" Daniella started.

This is really bad, Dani. Diesel 10 needs to see. Phoenix said, looking down.

"What do you mean? Is it someone he knows?" said Daniella.

It's someone he knows very well… Phoenix trailed off.

Daniella was shocked; she hoped it wasn't another of the Sodor diesels. If it was, she was going to go personally run over Tiberius Hatt very slowly, whether Lorelei approved or not. "Is that engine alive?! It better not be dead!" she said.

He's still alive…we need to keep him alive. Phoenix said sadly.

"Well, excuse me but can ya get outta my way so I can see?" said Daniella.

OK, but brace yourself. Phoenix said, before disappearing and reappearing right inside of the scrapyard.

Daniella looked ahead, and her one eye widened in shock. At first, she thought perhaps her eye was playing tricks on her. However, as she slowly moved closer, she could see the other engine very clearly. It was horrifically damaged and looked as if a huge chunk had been rather violently torn out of it. Yet the gaping hole in its side and its mangled, exposed inner workings weren't the worst of it. No, it was the engine itself, more specifically, its class. There was no mistaking it for anything else; this was another class 42.

"What…how? You—you were all scrapped," Daniella said quietly.

"Dani?" the engine spoke weakly, "Dani is that you? Is…is it really you?"

Daniella let out a sharp gasp, immediately recognizing the voice. "No way!" she exclaimed, "How?"

"I was in shock, Dani…they took me and cut parts off me…I couldn't move…or close my eyes. That Tiberius fellow thought I was dead until I started to move again…I was stuck frozen stiff…for so long…help me please…" the other engine begged.

As Daniella moved to push him past the gates, she could see his face quite clearly. His eyes had dulled and become very sunken; quite clearly he was blind. "Where am I?" he asked her, "Are…you taking me…to the works?"

Daniella gulped. "Not exactly, well…not yet," she said.

"Where am I?" the other warship asked again.

"Don't worry about it, Just stay here…er…not that you can move…I'll be back," Daniella said as she shunted him into a siding then reversed.

"Dani…" he called out to her, his voice crackling and desperate, "Don't leave me…please don't leave me…"

"I'm gonna get help. You're safe here," Daniella said, and with that, she sped off as fast as her wheels could carry her, all the way back to Sodor. She had to tell Diesel 10, however she wasn't sure how he would handle this. First, however, she needed to tell Lorelei so that this engine could be taken to the works.

Rushing into Knapford, Daniella honked her horn frantically. "Lorelei! LORELEI!" She shouted, panting, "Lorelei there—you won't believe—I don't believe this—"

Lorelei, who had stepped out of what was now her office upon hearing her engine frantically honking and shouting, raised a hand to shush her. "What is going on, Daniella? I don't think I've ever seen you this shaken up before," she said.

"Another engine—dropped off—it's—it's—" Daniella stammered frantically.

"Spit it out already," said Lorelei.

"It's a fucking warship!" Daniella blurted out.

"What?!" Lorelei exclaimed.

"He's alive—oh God—he was alive this whole time—he couldn't move…c-couldn't talk…h-he said he was stuck like that for years," Daniella choked out, "He's gone blind, please, please try to save him," she pleaded.

Lorelei raised her eyebrows. "Take a rest, Daniella," she said.

"What?! No, I have to go get him! I promised I'd be back!" Daniella exclaimed.

"I'll send Dennis to go get this engine and take him to the works. You take a rest, and we'll head over to Vicarstown as soon as Dennis brings this engine back," said Lorelei.

Reluctantly, Daniella agreed. However, she wanted to go back to the Other Railway and get him herself. She hoped that he wasn't too far gone to save. If he was, she feared that Diesel 10 would lose his mind completely. After all, he had only begun to settle down and act like his normal self.