A/N This is based on some other fiction I read, a YouTube video and Thomas and Molly being the last of their kind. Emily lost siblings, but she's more like Gordon, as she has a preserved sibling. For those who read The Vision in an earlier Tales collection, this is a spin-off of that, occuring after he cried his heart out with Janie.

Thomas, after hearing about how one of his siblings that was scrapped had been found derelict on the way to Sodor, had wailed himself to sleep with his driver's comfort as he did so. His younger sister, who he never actually knew, was that one. She was the first one withdrawn, as he was told. On the way to Sodor, she ran out of coal and her crew abandoned her. Now, he woke up in tears, bawling his eyes out over a nightmare in which his branch line was closed, he and the other Ffarquhar engines were put in storage and his coaches were scrapped.

Thomas's crew were called about their engine's nightmare. The firelighter didn't know what it was, as Thomas was wailing too hard to say, but his non-verbal communication made it clear he had a bad dream.

Thomas's fireman arrived first. He climbed on the tank engine's buffers, pulled out a cloth hanky and dried his tears. "There, there, Thomas. I know you're upset about your siblings, especially that one that person told you about after getting off your evening train. Cry it out. I can dry your face so you won't rust," he said, rubbing his engine's wet face and dabbing his eyes.

Thomas let out another wailing sob, fresh tears filling his eyes. He sniffled hard, coughed, choked on his tears and hiccupped. He gasped and gulped, shaking as huge water droplets welled up, not once stopping in response to his fireman's comfort.

Thomas's fireman said after a while, "I've got a soaked hanky now." and the driver took over comforting their engine in his grief.

Thomas's driver climbed on his engine's buffer-beam. "There, there, Thomas," he said, taking a cloth from his pocket. He gently rubbed his engine's cheeks and dried his eyes. "Let it all out.". He tuned into his engine to pick up on his values and cues of the moment.

Thomas's tears still came and so did his driver's comfort.

He said, as he continued to wipe the tears away, "No judgment from me for your emotion or trying to fix it, just care and compassion. It's fine to shed tears under the conditions. Poor little Thomas, dealing with grief and a nightmare. I'm here for you, so I shall wipe your eyes as long as you need me to.". He pressed the cloth to his engine's eyes to catch his tears, wiping them all away as best he could.

Thomas finished his cry, no more tears left to shed. His driver dried his last tears away, patting any rogue tears from his face and dapping his damp eyes dry. The tank engine's crew gave him a drink and he went on with his day.

Molly was in Knapford as Thomas arrived. Someone came to Molly and spoke to the engine.

"Molly, you're the last of your kind. Your siblings were scrapped a while ago.

Molly began to cry, wailing her broken heart out, unable to speak from grief. Thomas pressed his buffers hard against hers.

"D-did y-your s-siblings b-believe i-in T-The B-Big Railway I-In T-The S-Sky? I-If th-they d-did a-and y-you d-do, t-too, y-you sh-shall s-see th-them a-again," he wailed. "M-my s-siblings a-as w-well a-are scr-scrapped." Then, "Dr-driver, c-can y-you dr-dry m-my t-tears?"

Molly's driver comforted her. "There, there, Molly," he said, as he climbed onto her running board. He walked to her buffer-beam, took a cloth from his pocket and softly dried her tears, rubbing her cheeks and wiping her streaming eyes. "Just let yourself go. I'm here to support you" He was attentive to her cues, as he gave her his empathy and compassion.

Molly cried and wailed more, overwhelmed with her grief. She was sniffling hard, coughing, choking on her constant tears and hiccupping. She gasped and gulped as her wailing sobs shook her. She was grateful for her driver's comfort.

He said, as he continued to wipe her tears away, "I shall comfort you until you feel better. This holds whenever you cry in the time of your grief." He wiped under her eyes, doing his best to catch her tears.

Molly's wails and tears continued until she could cry no more. Her driver dried her last tears, wiping her cheeks and eyes dry of tears. She had a drink and went on with her day, frequently wailing and being comforted by her driver when he was with her.

As Molly's driver was comforting her, Thomas was comforted by his. "There, there, Thomas," the tank engine's driver said. "Let yourself go."

Thomas said, every word another wailing sob, "I-it's dr-dreadful m-my s-sister's cr-crew j-just a-abandoned h-her. Th-the b-best t-tank e-engines i-in th-the w-world ar-are g-gone o-other th-than m-me. I-I w-wish sh-she c-could b-be h-here." He sniffled.

Thomas's driver said, pressing a cloth to his engine's eyes, "They probably weren't near a coaling plant. I shall be wiping away your tears as long as you need me to, because I'm a giver of practical comfort."

Thomas sniffled again, hard, coughed as he choked on his tears and hiccupped. He gasped and gulped, shaking with sobs. He said, in a sob-filled voice, "M-my m-mechanical h-heart br-breaks f-for h-her a-and a-all o-of th-them. I-I sh-shall m-miss th-them u-until w-we m-meet o-on g-golden r-rails.", referring to The Big Railway In the Sky, to his driver.

He said, as he continued to wipe the tears away, "I know it's a hard time for you, but you've got my comfort whenever I'm with you and you're sad." He wiped all his engine's tears away as best he could.

Thomas finished his wailing after a time, no more tears to cry. His driver dried his last tears, wiping his cheeks and eyes dry. After having a drink, the tank engine was back to work.

Thomas was on a siding, his crew on break. He felt the sorrow fill him up. Then, he heard someone come near him.

Janie saw how unhappy her tank engine friend looked. "You've got an ocean of sorrow inside you," she said, pulling out her handkerchief. "Let tears fall like rain. I can take it."

Thomas began to cry, wailing loudly from his grief. "I-I n-need t-to e-express m-my gr-grief," he said, barely able to speak through his wailing sobs. His face was wet with great tears.

Janie said, "You've got the right to cry whenever you want about your siblings." and gently wiped his cheeks and eyes, drying his endless tears.

Thomas shed more tears, "I-I h-hurt i-inside. I-It br-breaks m-my m-mechanical h-heart t-to b-be th-the l-last o-one o-of th-the b-best t-tank e-engines i-in th-the w-world."

She said, as she continued to wipe his tears away, "I sensed your heartbreak, just like the other time. Emotions of my friends never annoy or frustrate me, just fill me with empathy. I'm willing to present for those who are unhappy, give them compassion and inspire them, if ready for inspiration.". She wiped under his eyes, then wiped her eyes on her sleeve. Her friend's pain brought tears to her eyes.

Thomas stopped crying and Janie dried his last tears away, wiping them from his cheeks and eyes. She put her sodden handkerchief in her bag and went on with her day. Thomas's crew came back and gave him a drink, then otherwise prepared for his next job.

That night, Emily came to the shed sad. She and Thomas were alone, as the other engines were still working. She heard Thomas wailing his heart out about the loss of his siblings, so she pressed her buffers against his and sighed sadly, then said, "I've just found out only one of my siblings remains."

Thomas said, "E-Emily g-go a-ahead a-and cr-cry. Y-you're n-not w-weak o-or a-a b-burden. J-just cr-cry a-and f-feel b-better.". Every word was another wailing sob.

Emily shut her eyes, crying and wailing loudly, overwhelmed with grief. Huge tears poured from her eyes and she was unable to speak from sobbing and sniffling.

Emily's driver climbed on her buffers, pulled out a cloth and dried her tears. "There, there, Emily," he said, rubbing her cheeks and holding the cloth to her eyes. "If you need to cry, just let those tears get out. I can handle your emotions. I know you're struggling with your grief and you can rely on my empathy."

Emily wailed some more in response to her driver's comfort.

He said, as he continued to wipe her tears away, "Don't hide your pain from me. He wiped under her eyes, then dabbed them, wiping all her tears away as best he could.

Emily, after her friend wailed himself to sleep and his driver left, was taken to her shed. She wailed herself to sleep and her driver left.

In the days ahead, the engines in grief were comforted by their crew, the Hatts and all their friends.

A/N Thomas, E2 105 in my Thomasverse, went to Sodor when 106 was built, so he met his older siblings and 106. 102's female in a fic I read and he had a sister Emma in another who was scrapped. The derelict E2 in this story's 107 and is a combo of Emma and Matthew, the latter being a derelict E2 that was rescued. Since all the E2s were scrapped, Thomas is the only one left '63+ in my Thomasverse.