A/N I'm doing this until I run out of steam for it.

Rowena was doing her first job of the day, working with her friend Julie and Rowena was singing. After they finished the job, Rowena was feeling cheeky.

She said, "Julie, want to be cheeky towards Alfred with me?"

Julie said, "I'm dreadfully thirsty, so maybe after I get a drink. But I think I've got time for a little cheekiness. It's a little while until my next job."

Rowena said, "I've got quite a bit of time. I didn't get many jobs today. If you couldn't, I get my friend Chris, as Alfred's another friend of his. However, he's not my closest friend because he thinks my friend Charity's a cry-engine."

Julie said, "I, along with Adam, did something cheeky to Maragaret, but he took it too far. He did the worst part, but I just did the harmless part. So, he's stuck in the shed for days." Then, she had her drink.

Then, they did the harmless mischief to Alfred Rowena had thought of.

During her next job, Rowena met up with some bigger diesels, as she was where her tracks were joined by standard-gauge rails.

Diesel said to Diesel 10, "There's that Rowena, the steamie lover. Why does she like those useless, old kettles?"

Diesel 10 said, "Those worthless wastes of steam should be scrapped." Then, he said to Rowena, "Go back to the Mainland, killer!"

Rowena wanted to flee, but had to be there until her train was unloaded. The feeling past and she burst into tears, wailing loudly due to being hurt and in grief for Eleanor, as happened whenever she got treated like she deliberately killed the girl. I didn't mean to kill you, Eleanor, Rowena thought, her face wet with tears. She sniffled, long and loud.

"Dr-Dry m-my t-tears, Dr-Driver," she said. "I-I h-hurt i-in m-my h-heart." Every word was another wailing sob.

"Cry-engine!" Diesel 10 said.

Rowena's driver went to comfort her. "There, there, Rowena," he said, drying her tears with a cloth. "Cry and let it all out. I know you're dreadfully hurt.". He gently rubbed her sodden cheeks and softly wiped tears in her eyes away.

Rowena said, crying more,"D-Diesel 10's th-the m-most dr-dreadful e-engine.". She sniffled again, hard, coughed as she choked on her wailing sobs and hiccupped. She gasped and gulped, shaking as her tears welled up, not once stopping and let her driver comfort her.

He said, as he continued to wipe her tears away, "I'm here for you, in your pain, just to dry your eyes and comfort you, until you feel better I can handle your feelings." He held the cloth to her weeping eyes and wiped all her tears away as best he could.

Rowena sobbed and sobbed, her tears slowing to a stop only she could cry no more. Her driver dried her last tears away, patting any stray ones from her face and dapping tears from her eyes until they were dry. He went back to the cab with the sodden cloth and refilled her radiator. Poor Rowena, he thought. You've cried it all out. Rowena smiled, feeling better, then went on with her day, singing again. Her face was all red and her sore eyes were flame-red and swollen from crying so much.

Rowena found her friend Charity in tears with a severe crying spell and gave her friend a buffer press, then shunted her to the water column for a drink. They then went on with their day.

A/N Jessica's next, then I cycle back through.