Lady sat nervously in the Dieselworks as Diesel 10 looked back and forth between her and Daniel. She knew that Diesel 10 was feeling upset about his brother, yet she couldn't stop her mind from wandering back to just a few minutes ago when he had unexpectedly kissed her forehead. Lady had always imagined that Diesel 10's face would feel rough to the touch, but it had been rather soft and smooth. Lady mentally scolded herself for thinking such thoughts; this wasn't the time to have her head in the clouds like this!

She was snapped out of her reverie by Diesel 10, who spoke in a voice that sounded so broken, so utterly defeated: "Why? Why are so many diesels dying? The steam engines aren't dropping like flies!"

At that, Burnett stepped down from Lady's cab, looking somewhat ashamed. "I'd heard a tale a long time ago…at the time I really didn't care very much, as it was back when steam was being done away with," Burnett paused to take a breath, by now, everyone was looking at him. "You all know how Lady here, her magic ensures the survival of engines…well, her magic mainly affects steam engines. There's another like her,"

At that, there were several exclamations of "What?!" from the engines that were present.

"Yes, a very special diesel on the mainland," Burnett said as he rummaged through his pockets, finally pulling out an old, folded up piece of paper. Opening it up, he read what had been written on it: "To ensure the survival of diesel traction, this engine has not been named for his own safety. If destroyed, the diesels will fall. However, this one may rise from the dust with the help of the lady, shall he ever fall. Only if the lady faces her fear and allies with the monster she fears, shall the engines unite, and the fallen magic be restored. Remember never judge a book by its cover, or an engine by its face. You will find that the most feared one has the biggest heart. If this engine is ever lost, visit the nest of the gentle vulture and find the remains. Fire and gold will revive the lost one."

Everyone looked at Burnett as he folded the paper again and placed it back into his pocket.

"Gentle vulture? We have to find a vulture's nest?" Dart muttered.

"Um…I think that must mean the scrapyard," Paxton said quietly, and everyone looked at him. "I mean, Daniella is like a vulture—no offense, Diesel 10. She…kind of is,"

Diesel 10 raised his eyebrows. "Paxton!" he exclaimed.

Paxton gulped. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that," he said, looking down.

"No, Paxton, you're right! That bit about the most feared one? That's not talking about me, the most feared engine is Dani!" said Diesel 10.

"Wait, are you saying that your sister is a fucking magic engine?!" Arry blurted out in disbelief.

"No, Dani is the feared one. The other magic engine must be in her scrapyard! Fire and gold…" Diesel 10 trailed off.

"I…must have to be at the smelters, and do something with my gold dust," said Lady.

"That's what I was thinking. Tell you what, go on and head over there. I'll meet you there. I need to go to the scrapyard and figure out which of the dead engines this lost diesel is," said Diesel 10.

Lady was somewhat surprised at him. Yes, she had helped save his life before, but she still was taken aback by how willing he was to work with her.

"There's no time to waste, Lady! Go to the smelters, and I'll meet you there. The faster this is done, the less of us that will end up in the scrapheap!" said Diesel 10.

"Alright," Lady said with a sigh. Burnett got back into her cab, and they headed off.

"I'll be back, Daniel. You hold on for me," Diesel 10 said as he left.

As Diesel 10 was heading for the scrapyard, he noticed Daniella rushing past on the other track, heading for Sodor. A part of him wanted to stop and follow her, as he feared that another of Sodor's diesels had fallen. Yet, he pressed on. If he didn't want to lose anyone else he knew, he had to do this. He could only hope that it wasn't too late for them or for diesels in general.

Soon, Diesel 10 arrived at the scrapyard. He wasn't sure which of the dead diesels he needed to take, so he decided to look everywhere. If he couldn't figure out which one, he would just take them all. However, he was distracted from his mission by a sight that horrified him.

"Splodge…no!" Diesel 10 said as he pulled up to the two half-melted shunters. Splatter, he could tell by looking at him, was already gone. Dodge, however, looked up at his former boss wearily. His face was chalky white, and a sickly gurgling sound emanated from him.

"Spl…Dodge…" Diesel 10 said as he rested his claw on top of him.

Dodge tried to respond, but a sick, choking sound was all that came out. Black fluid seeped from his mouth as he struggled and gasped, gagging and choking horribly. Diesel 10 cringed, moving his claw in circles, doing his best to comfort him. He knew that Dodge wasn't going to last like this, and didn't want to leave him alone when he was so clearly suffering. Diesel 10 felt a pang of guilt, remembering how he had treated the two shunters, using them in his quest for revenge. Yet, he didn't know what to say. He wanted to apologize, but no words came out when he tried to speak.

Dodge gasped a couple of times, making a slight gurgling noise as he did. "I…guess this…is the end…" he said weakly.

"I…" Diesel 10 said, still unable to find the right words to say to him.

"Don't worry…I know…you never…" Dodge's sentence was cut short by another choking gasp. "Never…wanted to harm…" he said, his voice straining. Dodge coughed a wet, sickly cough. "Goodbye Diesel 10…see you on the…on the other side…" he said weakly. Then, his eyes slid shut, and he became still.

Diesel 10 sat there for a couple minutes, still stroking him with his claw. Finally, he backed away. Dodge was gone, and he had something very important he had to do. There was no more time to waste.