Now out of the hospital, Wyatt once again began waiting in the yards of Cregwir. Nothing happened for several hours, maybe days. In all honesty, he'd forgotten how much time had passed.

Finally, the buffers glowed, but Wyatt found he couldn't move. He only regained his mobility when the orb had flown off.

"Damn it! But now I know where it is. What I need to do next, hmmm…I could wait for that orb to come back…but I couldn't move when it was close, so there has to be something else…maybe…I can force it open!"

Wyatt smiled, thinking he was a genius. He approached the buffers again. It didn't take him long to realise his mistake: he had no way of forcing it to open. Cursing under his breath, he began using his brain once more.

"An axe. That's what I need. An axe."

His next move would be to find one: buying one was out of the question, as it could be traced to him. Thus, he began sneaking into backyards looking for an axe he could steal. This of course was not easy: if a backyard did have an axe, the owner would make sure it was securely locked away. To Wyatt, this meant they were somehow aware of his presence. Frustrated, he started to try finding other ways to steal an axe. His insane mind began to form an insane plan. Ever since Wilhelm and the other Germans had been imprisoned, his mind had started to deteriorate. Unbeknownst to himself, he was slowly becoming a madman.

"Yes…I'll break into a house, and make the owners give me all I need!"

"AND STAY OUT YOU LOONEY!"

Wyatt, in his insanity, had forgotten he would need a gun. To make matters worse, the house dog had attacked him, and that dog wasn't a small one. The canine had ripped a piece of his leg off, and the owner woke up, beat him up, and threw Wyatt into the street, where cars would run him over. This didn't stop him, however: he simply stood up, bore through the pain, and limped his way to another backyard. This time, he snuck directly into it and hid inside some bushes.

When at last, the owner went to put the axe away, Wyatt made his move and lunged for him.

After some time brawling with the man, he got his axe, but then, a sadical idea crossed his mind. Deciding he couldn't have witnesses, he was about to chop off this man's head. This was stopped by somebody throwing a beer bottle at him. As another man came running out with some bottles in his hands, Wyatt used whatever sanity he had left and decided retreating was the better option at this point.

He then went back to the buffers. Unfortunately, the axe did nothing when he hit it against the buffers: they still stood in place. Undeterred, Wyatt kept swinging the axe at them.

"Oi! What do you think you're doing?!"

Wyatt froze: somebody had caught him. He turned around to see workmen glaring at him.

"I'm, uh, doing some…these buffers are old and need replacing," he said.

"I've not been told about any of this," said one of the workmen. "Besides, you don't use an axe for that kind of job."

Wyatt swung blindly, in a panic, and hitting one of the workmen on the arm. Using this distraction, he released the axe and made yet another run for it. Some of the workers chased him, while others stayed behind to tend to the injured man.

The workmen lost Wyatt when he hid in an alleyway before they could see him do it. Wyatt heaved a sigh of relief: it had been another close call. He quickly rethought things slowly: it seemed the buffers couldn't be destroyed. Perhaps he needed a pump trolley to enter the buffers, if only he could find one.

Or better…he could also get his vengeance on that kid…Of course! That was his entry! All he needed to do now was find him, and blackmail him to help him.

"Maybe his grandparents know something…but they won't help me unless I have a way to make them. What can I possibly blackmail them with?"

As he made his way to the residence, he'd come up with a plan. His first thing to do was ring the doorbell, then hide. Aila answered the door, and was confused when nobody was there.

"Hullo? Anybody…" She was interrupted by a bonk on the head, which knocked her out. Minutes passed, and Mr. Owens began to grow concerned.

"That's odd: it doesn't take this long to answer the door."

He quickly went downstairs, and was most appalled by what he saw when he got to the living room: his wife was gagged and tied to a chair. He immediately went over to untie her.

"Hello, Mr. Owens," called a sinister voice. Mr. Owens turned around, and was met with the sight of Wyatt pointing his shotgun at him.

"What do you want?" Mr. Owens asked.

"Where does he live? Where can I find your grandson? Tell me and I'll spare you."

"I'd rather die…" Wyatt slapped Mr. Owens in the face before the latter could finish.

"You best rethink what you say," warned Wyatt. "I'll shoot the head of your wife if you don't answer my question."

Aila shook her head, mumbling something as she did so.

"You better rethink what you mumble," warned Wyatt. "Unless you want to die right now." He then aimed a handgun at Mr. Owens while keeping the shotgun aimed at Aila.

"You don't know who you're messing with," growled Mr. Owens. "I was a soldier in the Zulu War."

"Enough of your Zulu War shit!" And with that, Wyatt fired the handgun. The bullet hit Mr. Owens in the arm. As he fell, he kicked Wyatt on the nuts. Very hard. Wyatt recovered, and stood, giving an evil grin to Mr. Owens.

"If you don't cooperate, I'll put a bullet into your wife's head," he said.

William Owens hadn't felt that scared since the battle of Rorke's Drift. The hundreds of Zulus chanting war cries, waving their spears, and generally the war being terrifying.

"Forgive me, Conan…Ffarquhar, he lives in Ffarquhar."

Satisfied, Wyatt untied Aila, keeping his gun aimed at her as he did so.

"You tell anybody, I'll come back for both of you," he warned. "And should that happen…I hope you got your affairs in order."

Wyatt left the house soon after, while Aila began tending to her husband's arm.

"At least I didn't tell him the address," said Mr. Owens.

Wyatt waited until morning, then, he decided to drop around Ffarquhar. Upon arrival, he went up to TKE #3, who was resting in a siding.

"Where does Conan Owens live?" he asked. The Coffee Pot immediately figured out this man was up to no good, and quickly thought of something to get him out of there.

"How should I know? I don't keep track of addresses," he snorted. "If you want an address, just…go ask the mayor of Ffarquhar or somebody."

"Fine," said Wyatt. And he left the scene. TKE #2 steamed alongside.

"Any idea why he wants Conan?" she asked.

"I don't know how," admitted TKE #3, "but I got a feeling it wasn't for anything good. If you see Thomas before me, make sure to warn him."

"Will do," promised TKE #2. She delivered that very afternoon, when they met at Toryreck.

"WHAT?! WYATT?!"

"You've met him before?" TKE #2 asked.

"Heard of him at least!" Thomas replied. "But how'd he get to Ffarquhar?"

"A good question I can't answer," replied TKE #2. "Just…be careful when you return: I have a feeling he'll be waiting for you there."

Indeed he was, and to make matters worse, he was holding a gun. The fireman tried to bolt, much to Conan's annoyance, but was quickly grabbed by him.

"Don't be a coward!" Conan scolded.

"I'd say he was being smart," said Wyatt, pointing the gun at Conan. The passengers saw this and some tried to intervene.

"Hey, leave them alone!" one of them shouted. All this passenger got was shot in the chest.

"Anybody else wanna try being a hero, go ahead, see what happens!" Wyatt shouted. A few did try, but they got shot too. As it turned out, Wyatt was a quick reloader when it came to guns. Eventually, all the passengers and staff had no choice but to back off. "Now," Wyatt said, pointing the gun at Conan once more, "take me to Cregwir: I know all about the Magic Railway and I know where the buffers are. You will take me to that railway, or else I'll shoot you fatally, which will end your tank engine friend too."

Thomas couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"And before you say no, I got the Mayor to tell me your address," said Wyatt. "IF you refuse, I'll go for them next. You wouldn't want to lose your wife and son either, would you?"

Conan didn't have time to figure out how Wyatt knew about Stuart: if he didn't help him, Wyatt would murder him and his family. At last Conan gave a sigh.

"Fine, I'll take you there," he said reluctantly.

Wyatt gave a smug grin. Luckily, unseen by Wyatt and Conan, the stationmaster overheard all this and telephoned the police immediately.

Wyatt got into the cab and Thomas left Annie and Clarabel, heading on down to Cregwir once more.

It was a long and troubling journey. Wyatt complained every time they had to stop, which was more than usual since he refused to let Conan get official clearance to do so.

At Vicarstown, the stationmaster tried to stop them. Frustrated with all this lack of progress, Wyatt shot the stationmaster. He then ran out of the cab, ran over to Olive in a nearby platform, pushed out her crew, and began driving her to Cregwir.

"Help! Help!" cried Olive. "I'm being kidnapped!"

"Shut up!" snapped Wyatt. "I'm your driver now, and you'll be in more trouble if you don't behave for me!"

The points had already been set for the Northern Line, which meant Olive was going in the right direction. It was too late for the signalman to stop the City Class as she ran in front of Casie, the newly arrived Metropolitan 4-4-4 Tank engine, who had been given clearance to travel along it. She braked to a halt as Olive ran in front of her.

"There's gotta be a way to stop them!" shouted Thomas. "If we leave Olive unattended, who knows what will happen!"

The signalman quickly phoned down Callan to raise the alarm.

All trains along the Northern Line were halted as Olive raced along, her coaches screaming behind her.

Wyatt didn't care one bit: he was going to get to the Magic Railway at any cost. At Callan, another train hauled by a foreign engine was stationed in one of the platforms. This meant Wyatt had to stop. That didn't stop him however: he simply got out of Olive and took over the other engine in front of the imposing train. After forcing the crew to uncouple this engine, Wyatt set off for his destination once more. As he did so, Thomas came up behind Olive.

"Are you alright, Olive?" he asked.

"I'm fine," Olive replied. "But we must warn Wathenwaite."

Olive's crew, who had travelled on a brake van Thomas had brought, quickly ran up to the signal box.

"It is time. Do not fail me now."

At Wathenwaite, Wyatt found the points leading to Cregwir were set to Ballaswein instead. Undeterred, he ran to the signal box and forced the signalman to change them to Cregwir, only for a police siren to start wailing. Angered, he shot the signalman and ran back to the engine driving it full steam down the Cregwir Line.

Wyatt caused chaos on his way. Barbara crashed due to the point change, blocking the line to Ballaswein. He still did not care.

Wyatt knew where this was all going: after visiting the grandparents, he had returned to Cregiwr with the guns and forced the workmen to set the points so the track would lead to the buffers. Thus, he opened his engine's regulator to the roof. The engine began to go faster and faster as it charged into the yard swerving as the buffers came nearer. Wyatt watched, and gleeful smile on his face, then…CRASH! The engine ploughed through the buffers and came to a stop inside a field! Wyatt was left dazed and confused.

"Wha…how?! It was full speed! That should've…"

He then saw some splintered remains. It was then that it hit him: the buffers were destroyed.

"IMPOSSIBLE! THEY COULDN'T BE DESTROYED WITH AN AXE, A CRASH SHOULDN'T HAVE DESTROYED THEM EITHER!"

Furious, Wyatt began shooting wildly, jumping out of the cab and screaming while doing so. Police cars soon arrived, but they had a hard time approaching Wyatt who wouldn't stop screaming and shooting. The officers began firing as well, and a shootout broke out.

Neither side stopped until one of the officers shot Wyatt in his legs. He fell to the ground, bleeding out.

"No… no… This is not how it was supposed to go!" He tried to fire another shot, but the gun jammed. All the officers approached him.

"This is him alright," said an officer. "Escaped convict Wyatt Quartmurph. Ex navy man."

At that moment, Olive came into Cregwir, pulling Thomas behind her.

"Gee, what on earth were you thinking?" she asked Wyatt.

"I'd like to know the same thing," growled Conan, walking over to him. "Now where have I seen you before?"

After some minutes, he remembered. He'd been on the dining train he nearly lost Jewelie on. He'd caused the crash.

"You tried to rob me and my wife on a dining train in 1915," growled Conan.

"And I got your grandparents too," said Wyatt. "Yes, that's right: I knew you lived there because I threatened to kill your grandma if grandad didn't tell me where you lived."

Conan lost all restraint at this point: this man had used his grandparents. Furious, Conan began yelling and stomping on Wyatt's head. Thomas couldn't believe what he was seeing. At last, some officers came and made him stop. Wyatt lay there, dead, with his head beaten up badly.

"He deserved that," growled Conan. "He threatened to kill my son, as well as my wife. Not to mention what he did to my grandparents."

Thomas wasn't sure what to think of all this.

Conan was sent to jail for a few weeks: he was convicted of assault, but was quickly released under the fact the man he ended up killing was previously convicted of assault, and was guilty of multiple murders. The Fat Director ended up paying for his bail and Conan returned to his family.

"That better count for you, you jackass goddess. I'm not doing anything for you ever again," Conan declared. He wasn't sure if Lady heard him, but he didn't care: right now, he was more concerned with spending time with his family than being punished by a goddess.

As he saw his wife feed his young son on the couch, he felt the happiest man on earth.

"How lucky am I. I got a family to love and care for."