This one has been on my mind for a while now, I know the obvious answer was Train recovered and found the others when Dylan tried using Zebedee's Magic Box but then I thought what if that wasn't the case?

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It was dark and cold, all around was snow practically blinding his vision as he tried to push forward to find his friends, to get back home where he wouldn't be so scared and alone. This world was so new to him and he didn't want to see it disappear forever.

It didn't help that the snow was turning into a blizzard causing a white out, every direction he looked the sharp snowflakes struck his face and eyes.

He could just about make out what way was what, even with his injury impeding him he knew he had to find shelter before he froze.

It felt like forever until he found somewhere that offered temporary respite from the snow, ironically the same rock formation he and the others first took shelter under when they first set off on this journey.

Train could only look around, his headlights doing little to pierce through the blizzard as he settled himself down.

For hours he'd been looking for any tracks left by the friends forced to go on without him, but the falling snow soon erased any trace the four had ever been there. It was nothing short of a miracle he made it this far with the injuries he sustained in the fall.

All he could do was shake the settling snow off and wait, he hoped with all his heart the others got to the roundabout and stopped Zeebad.

But with how bad things were getting..his heart dropped knowing they were no doubt still out there.

As much as he wanted to push on…the cold was numbing his body, his furnace doing little to warm him up as the temperature dropped.

"Just..just a short rest." He thought feeling the exhaustion creep up and consume him, his eyes slowly closing.

He didn't know how long he was asleep for, but when he woke up he was no longer alone.

"It's ok friend. It's neither your time or his." A hooded springed figure spoke, her voice comforting and assuring.

Soon a small fire was set up between them, the flames flickering from the wind chill, yet the magic flames refused to die out.

Train only edged himself a little closer as he continued to shiver.

"So cold..I can't feel anything…if this is how I'm feeling are my friends even still alive? The fur Dylan and Dougal have must offer some protection."

"Your companions are safe, the storm has stopped where they are and will be over soon. Right now you need your rest, you're no use to them or Zébulon like this. I'll do what I can for your injuries." She assured.

Train still looked at the hooded figure unsure, especially when she got up and put a hand on his piston and wheel, her arm glowing with the same flower pattern he had on his body.

He looked at her surprised when the pain was gone, eventually giving her a thankful look.

"Rest now, I'll keep the fire going. Just promise me that when you see Zébulon next, you'll tell him to not let the past haunt him. I know these events will reawaken some trauma for him." The figure spoke soon taking a seat by the fire.

Train gave a nod and was once more settled down to rest.

By the time he woke up next it was daylight, the sky clear yet no trace of the figure or fire remained making him question if last night was some sort of hallucination.

Still…he knew waiting here wouldn't help so after picking what he believed to be south he started making his way forward once more.

His wheels and body were numb, but he had to push on, maybe he would be able to catch up to the others if he found them.

The only time he dared to stop, even for an instant was when he saw that beam in the distance hitting the sun, his soul feeling like it was about to leave his body at the sight and join his maker.

It didn't take long for him to go full speed towards the village, hoping and praying there was still time to stop this.

"Please! Please we can't be too late!"

But nothing looked familiar to him, the lush fields and meadows frozen over in a thick layer of ice that he would occasionally skid on.

He skidded to a haul seeing tracks ahead. His friends must have been alive, looking around he saw where they headed and soon followed, by then he hadn't noticed the beam had vanished and sunlight was starting to once more light his way.