Maintenance on her was a nightmare to watch and listen to, and through all of this, she was in immense, excruciating pain. We could barely understand what she was trying to say. Something very horrible went wrong with her construction… she had only half of a face, the other half being her smokebox door. “A long time ago, before the North Western Railway was an established company, there was an engine who was brought in to help build the railway, along with myself and others. “I’m not teasing, I know exactly why an engine was cut like that!”Įdward, who had known Thomas for far longer, recognized he was being serious. “I do not need your teasing tonight, Thomas!” “You must’ve seen a victim of The Half Engine.” Everyone went silent now, Gordon having regretted teasing James. “This one was different.” And he told the others all about what he saw. James finally looked up from his buffers. “That's it? I understand it is rather distressing to see those poor souls, but you’ve seen them plenty of times James and have never looked this shocked about it.” Put in Gordon. “I uh… saw a scrap engine.” The engines stopped laughing then. “What was it? Haha, has Gator come back to scare you again?” laughed Henry. “Well I did see something…” James said mournfully. “If I didn’t know any better, which, hmhm, is quite rare, i’d say poor little James has seen a “ghost”!” He began to laugh, as did the others, save for Edward. He was unusually quiet and looked very pale. “Get me out of here!!”Īt Tidmouth Sheds, the engines all stared at James. “I-I-I don’t want to find out!” Shouted James as he jolted backwards. “What sick weirdo would scrap an engine like that?” Asked the fireman. It was cut midsagittal, clean straight through the middle without fault, and all of its parts still there within the dead engine. Now the scrapped remains of engines from long ago was a common site on the railway, but this one was different, and it nearly made James sick. On the side of the line, sat an old scrap engine, rusted and forgotten. “Everything okay James?” Asked the fireman, but as James came to a stop, his crew saw what made him pause. Honestly why doesn’t The Fat Controller just get rid of these disused… disused…”

“What silly things points are, I don’t even recognize this line!” “Oh bother!” said James, frustrated once he realized where he was. As such, they didn't immediately notice the points were directed to an old, unused track. He and his driver could hardly see a thing through the fog. James had just finished his last train, and was heading down the mainline for home. The sun was just beginning to set, the engines were finishing their work and returning to their sheds, and a thick fog began to roll in. It was a cool autumn evening on the island of Sodor.

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