After Daniella had taken Denny to the scrapyard to be dismantled and laid to rest, she departed and travelled to Barrow-in-Furness, where two unserviceable engines awaited. The yard manager had informed her that two diesel shunters had been in a terrible accident, both having fallen into the smelters pit. While the two shunters had been quickly pulled out by the fast-thinking crane, the damage had been done.

Bracing herself for a grisly sight, Daniella headed for the siding where the two diesels had been moved to. Indeed, it was a grisly sight. The first of the two shunters, an olive green class 08, had horrific burns on its face, and its buffers had been melted onto its chassis. Its front wheels had warped, and tears of pain and misery poured from its eyes as it looked sullenly at the ground.

The second engine was in far worse condition. A large chunk of its face was missing, exposing the warped, melted grille underneath. Its purple paint was peeling and flaking where it hadn't come off completely, and its fuel tanks had burst from the intense heat, leaving gaping holes. Its wheels were fused to the siderods, all of which were badly deformed. It was barely alive, and clearly in terrible pain. Daniella frowned as she saw its eyes occasionally roll back; it was struggling to stay conscious, and she knew that if it fell unconscious that it would likely never wake again.

"Holy shit," Daniella muttered, "How did this happen?"

The olive green engine locked eyes with her. "We got pushed in the pit…" it said weakly.

"What?!" Daniella exclaimed, and the two shunters flinched.

"Visiting engine…couldn't stop in time…that's what the manager said happened…" the once purple engine said.

"You two got names?" Daniella asked.

"I'm Dodge," the olive green engine said, "and that's Splatter…he fell in first and was pulled out after me," he said.

"Don't worry guys, I'm gonna take care of ya," said Daniella.

Dodge gulped. "W-What do you mean by that, Reaper?" he said anxiously.

"I mean I'm gonna keep ya comfortable, as much as I can, anyway," Daniella replied.

At that, Splatter and Dodge smiled.

Meanwhile, Dennis was sitting near the scrapyard gates, keeping an eye out for that Deltic who worked for Tiberius. He was surprised when he heard two steam whistles in the distance. A few minutes later, he saw two little yellow tank engines approach.

"Hello," one of the tank engines said, "I'm Bill,"

"I'm Ben," the other one said.

"Where's Daniella?" asked Bill.

"Er…she's out doing her work," Dennis said awkwardly.

"OK, can we come in?" asked Ben.

"We heard that Derek was here. We want to see him," said Bill.

Dennis smiled. "Sure," he said, "I'm sure his siblings would love to see you too." Soon, the gates were opened, and Bill and Ben entered the scrapyard. They soon found Derek, who was sitting amongst his ailing siblings, several of whom were quite close to death.

When Derek saw the twins approach, his face lit up.

"Hello Derek!" Ben tooted.

"Remember us?" said Bill.

Derek grinned. "Of course I remember! You two were quite mischievous," he said.

"Oh, we still are," said Bill.

"I hope you haven't been causing too much trouble," said Derek.

"Not too much," said Ben.

"It was Ben's fault," said Bill.

"Was not!" Ben retorted.

Derek chuckled. "It's good to see I'm not forgotten," he said.

"Why are you here?" asked Ben.

At that, Derek's smile faded. "My class is a failure," he said, looking sadly at the empty siding next to his. Only three of his eleven siblings remained, the rest had died. Derek himself appeared to be on his way out, and he was certainly feeling it too. He had noticed that over the last few weeks, it had become difficult to remain awake for more than a few hours at a time. Derek knew that one day, he would drift off and never wake again. Yet, he didn't really mind. As a matter of fact, he thought himself to be quite lucky.

Derek was fully aware that many engines that got sent to be scrapped were cut up before they were gone, and he knew that where he was, that would not happen to him. Plus, he wasn't in any pain.

At the Dieselworks, Daniel was quietly listening to all that was going on. He was somewhat confused, as he couldn't see what was happening. He heard workmen shouting, and some loud clanking.

"Melvin?" Paul said shakily.

"C'mon bud, don't do this," one of the workmen said.

What Daniel couldn't see was that the little class 01, who was being worked on, had suddenly become completely unresponsive. Melvin's face had lost all color, and his eyes remained slightly open, yet he was completely still and eerily silent.

Paul looked on as the workmen repeatedly attempted to repair and revive him. However, their efforts were in vain. Melvin had simply been damaged beyond repair, and he had slipped away while being worked on.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to anyone, Jarred, along with a class 14 by the name of Jacob, had made their way to Sodor. The two engines, along with their owner Tiberius, were most certainly up to no good.