The gunpowder factories main job was to supply blasting caps to nearby areas, mainly the quarry. Recently, a variety of rockslides in the area had caused some boulders and sharp rocks to be dislodge and move, making it a hazard to the workmen and the engines. They need a special kind of blasting cap that would turn the rocks into complete dust and wouldn't cause any other rocks to fall down. The only problem was that it was very hard to come by and very expensive. Neville was being sent down to the docks that day to collect the new shipment. Everyone was talking about how he had acted at Tidmouth Sheds and engines avoided him as he headed to the docks. Neville didn't really care about it, though deep down, he felt hurt.

Upon arrival at Brendam Docks, Edward, Rocky and James were the only ones in site.
"Hello Neville, how are you feeling?" Rocky asked cheerily.
"I am feeling well thanks Rocky." Neville replied, and forced out a smile. James scoffed as he give his tar wagons a biff.
"Be careful James, trucks don't like being biffed!" Neville warned as he idled into a siding.
"Henry didn't like being biffed last night either!" James snapped.
"James!" Edward gasped. "Don't talk like that!" The trucks all giggled.
"Yes James, don't be so rude!" They giggled. Edward gave them a small bump and Rocky dropped some crates on them by accident, and the trucks laughed harder.
"Henry provoked me with his rude comments!" Neville shouted at James. A workman coupled him up and Neville started to chug off towards Cranky.
"Take it easy boy." His driver said soothly. "James is just an arrogant idiot." But James called out as he turned the bend "Run off you pathetic wimp!" Neville fought back a tear and hurried on. Murdoch came past with a long train with containers on them, and gave Neville a whistle.
"Hello Neville!" He beamed. Neville smiled back and whistled. Then, he noticed something. Murdoch and James were on the same line.
"Something's wrong, we need to go back!" Neville called. His driver pulled a lever and the train raced back. Neville caught up with Murdoch and yelled "Slow down" as he raced to warn James. James and Edward were arguing.
"You need to show some consideration for others!" Edward was growling.
"Oh shut it you old codger!" James snapped. Rocky thumped him with his arm.
"Mind your mouth!" The crane growled and raised his arm threateningly. James snorted just as Neville screeched back into the siding.
"James, you must move, Murdoch is coming around the corner on your line!" Neville wailed. James scoffed again, earning him a whack on the boiler by Rocky, though his driver released the brakes. Just then, Murdoch came screeching around the corner, being pushed by his trucks.
"JAMES, MOVE!" Murdoch yelled. A workman rushed to change the points, the guard leapt from the van but James was too nervous to move, and the trucks weren't helping! Rocky's quick thinking operator used Rocky's arm to give James an extra shove, and it was enough to get him moving slowly out of the way. Murdoch hit the back buffers of the Breakvan and it derailed, but he changed lines and kept going through! Edward, James, Rocky and Neville whistled and Murdoch gave them a friendly toot and called "Thanks" as he head off to Elsbridge.
"Great work Nev-" Edward began, but just then, Basher rolled up.
"Come along, steamer!" Basher grumbled. "We need you over at quarry now!"
"Sorry Basher, there was a small pro-" Neville began, but Basher honked his horn loudly over the rest and drove off. Neville went to give the others a friendly smile goodbye but it seemed to come out as glare as he chugged off after him. Edward and James exchanged looks as the blue engine let off steam and headed off in the opposite direction.
"Who is that ute?" Rocky asked as they turned round a bend.
"I don't know, but I promise that we'll find out soon enough."

The Sodor Quarry was probably the second busiest place, apart from Brendam Docks, when it came to the workload. A very hard working team of engines is always there, with at least one of them working through the night. As Neville and Basher rolled in, he could clearly see why the special caps were needed. Piles of rubble, broken rocks and dirt were piled up high at the bottom, with giant gaps in the cliff face. One of the workman's huts had lost a wall due to a boulder falling. Some of the sidings were buried in rock and track had been damaged. Xavier was hoping that these caps would help make everything run smoothly and not make as much of a mess as the other type. Bill, Ben and Mavis were shunting trucks together.
"Hi guys, what's with all the fuss?" Neville asked as he came to a halt. Mavis looked up from her train and smiled, while Bill and Ben scuttled away.
"The Queen is coming here today as part of her tour. She is going to break the ground for the site of our new offices." Mavis explained excitedly.
"Oh wow, that is amazing! Should blasting really be done at this time?" Neville asked.
"Every day is a day for blasting, that's for a say." Basher chuckled in a greasy tone, and he set off to unload some of his goods. Neville looked up at the blasting site. Over a dozen men were high above on the cliff face. A pulley system was set up so small goods could be moved between the site and the ground. Crates of special equipment were piled against the walls. A single railway line came in between this all so that dangerous loads could be brought up safely. Some men were taken samples of rocks to be studied, and using special gadgets to check everything that was essential was a smooth blast.
"Neville, would you mind shunting your train out of the way please?" Mavis asked.
"Oh, sorry." Neville chuckled. "I was just staring at the work." And he reversed back into a siding, when he hit something!
"Watch it, tubby tender!" Ben snapped, and Bill laughed loudly. Neville looked around, and didn't realise they had scooted into the siding while he had been day-dreaming.
"Your more clueless than the rocks in this quarry!" Bill sneered, and Ben roared with laughter.
"You two better hurry off in the next ten seconds or I'll push you into the tar pit!" Mavis roared, and her horn blared.
"Neville nearly did himself." The twins whispered in unison and Neville moved so that they could race off. BoCo came around the corner, and honked at the two as they chortled off. Behind the diesel was a shiny red coach.
"The Queen is here!" He exclaimed to the quarry, and idled up to the workman's hut. The Queen came out of her coach and shook hands with the Quarry Manager and walked inside, talking animatedly.
"That's a pretty flash coach!" Neville gasped.
"The Fat Controller had to have it brought over the London Mainline." BoCo explained. "It is priced at over 100,000 pounds!"
"I don't even think Bill and Ben are worth that much." Mavis chuckled. Just than, a workman hurried up to BoCo's crew.
"We need the blasting caps taken up to the men right up, so they can begin the arrangements." He explained. His driver nodded and the workman uncoupled the coach as BoCo went to take Neville's train. As BoCo started up the steep slope to the men, Mavis went to shunt her trucks and Neville was left on his own.
"We might as well be heading off." His driver called out, and Neville whistled in reply. Basher raced around the corner, and honked loudly.
"See you back at the factory!" He shouted, and sped off. Neville sighed and was to leave when the Queen came out of the hut.
"Oh, hello engine, have your recovered yet?" She scowled when she saw him. Neville just glared at her and started off. He gave one last look at the mountains, and look at their graceful beauty and wondered how long they had stood there, peaceful, resting
And then they exploded.
A blast rocked the entire quarry as a huge fireball rose over the quarry, and Neville could see it was coming from the blasting site. The cliff face started to collapse as avalanches started all around the quarry. A hopper tipped over in the quake, and BoCo had derailed and was hanging dangerously over the edge of the cliff. Neville tried to escape, but people were filing across the lines, climbing into his cab, and the only option was to head towards the sheds. As he race along the quivering line, a cloud of dust poured across the line and Neville couldn't see. He couldn't see that one of the avalanches was heading straight for him, and screamed as the rocks smashed against him and lifted him off the rails. Though his scream could not be heard as he was tipped sideways and skidded into a sleep.

Xavier Xedlop stared out of the window in his office. He had heard a distant explosion, and could see a dust cloud rising slowly into the sky. His assistant, a twenty year old, who called himself Red, was sitting in a chair on the other side of the desk.
"I see the plan worked." Xavier smiled.
"Basher has arrived back, but Neville was still there when he left." Red explained.
"He could just be running late." Xavier snarled back.
"There haven't been any sightings from any of our delivery vans. They think that he might be trapped." Red added. Xavier turned around in his seat and stood up, his face twisted in rage.
"Than go to the quarry and dig through the rocks with a spoon if you have to!" Xavier roared. "He is essential for my plan so make sure he comes back here in one piece. DO IT NOW!" He shouted and Red leapt up and ran from the room. Xavier took a deep breath and sat back down, and listened to the sounds of emergency services rushing to the quarry, and started to laugh in joy.

Hawk Watch
Clark was reading through a finance report when he started to hear the William Tell Overture. He opened his desk drawers and picked up a slick, new Motorola mobile. He had brought it as a special hotline between him and James. However, he was not pleased by this call.
"What?" He snapped and he answered.
"I think the boy is up to something." James replied, sounding excited.
"For god's sake you idiot, we've known for a while now that him and his retarded associates are up to something. If that's all you have to say, I have a headache and would like to get this report done and go home." Clark growled and went to turn off.
"But they're planning something!"
"I ALREADY KNOW THAT!" Clark shouted.
"B-b-but wait, I've found something." James stuttered, and Clark unwillingly listened. "I found his phone and checked his messages a few minutes ago, and the kid with the glasses sent him something about meeting near the school tomorrow night, and something about wheter he was '100% sure about what they would be doing.'" James finished and waited. Clark pondered over these facts.
"I see."
"Is that all?"
"Don't get your fat in a knot." Clark hissed. "This is rather concrete evidence that something is happening. But don't worry. The school will be too protected tomorrow night that they would have been killed three times before they even get past the gates." And with that, Clark hung up. Weary, he through the report into the bin and went to walk out of the office. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. Clark clutched his heart and dropped to the ground. A pain shot through most of his body and he could barely breathe. It was gone as soon as it came, but the aftershock was horrible. As the pain slowly crept away, Clark managed to force himself to stand and he limped away.

The next morning, Edward arrived at the clas$oom and found it practically empty, except for the teacher. Cecilia looked up and smiled, thinking about soon be done with this assignment and will move onto better work.
"Hello Edward." She grinned as she took a sip of coffee.
"Hello Miss Sanders." Edward replied, barely noticing her. Cecilia kept grinning, thinking about the stupid little boy in front of her. Edward looked up as he sat down and could see her smiling at him.
"Is there something you want, Miss?" Edward asked with an air of suspicion.
"Oh, no, no, dear child, don't you worry." Cecilia chuckled and she looked away and pretended to read from a magazine lying open at her desk. Edward rolled his eyes and pulled out his phone. As he did, the bell rang and half the clas$ poured into the room. Murdoch and Amber sat down and Murdoch instantly brought his laptop out.
"Put it away Mr Evans." Cecilia snapped.
"Whatever you deranged cow." Murdoch muttered as he opened up a file. Cecilia turned around and started to write some instructions up on the board. Derek quietly opened the door as she did and slipped in, unaware to the teacher.
"Stupid teachers." He scoffed as he sat down, and Amber chuckled. Edward, however, was staring around the clas$room. Most of the students seemed calm and were acting normally, with most of the girls gossiping, most of the boys flirting with them, and the others talking amongst themselves or reading. No one seemed to be worrying over the murders as much anymore. Some people have used this as an opportunity to rise up the social ladder and lead the inner circle. Edward was disgusted by this, as it proved that what they were doing was right and that they should be eliminated. He then looked at "Miss Sanders." She hadn't done much to try and cheer the clas$ up, and didn't even say anything when they came back from the hospital. She seemed slightly different from the other teachers, as she didn't really seem to care that much about her job or the students, and was usually seen texting or emailing friends during clas$. Also, she seemed to be much richer than any of the other teachers, as she had the latest Dell laptop and her car was a 2008 Chrysler 3C.
"Don't you guys find it strange how she's richer than the other teachers?" Edward mumbled.
"Who, Sanders? She can't be that rich, she's only a reliever." Derek scoffed.
"I'll see if I can find anything out about here. I've know a link to a special search engine." He explained and started typing rapidly. A minute later, he turned his laptop around.
"What are we meant to looking at? The page is blank." Amber grumbled.
"That's because there is no record of her existence!" Murdoch whispered, and then turned around as Cecilia sat down and glared at the clas$, her way of saying "Get working." The four exchanged looks.
"I'll think of something." Murdoch started. "But it is obvious that we have to bring her down as well."

The 3.20 bell rang and within minutes students were pouring out of clas$. Amber was tearing down the corridors, hurrying towards the bus stop all the way on the other side of the school. There was a new driver and he left rather early as not many people caught it. She had been kept in at Science and was now racing to get it. As she speed out the gate, knocking two of her clas$mates over as she did, the bus drove up the road, turned a corner and was gone.
"Bastard!" Amber hissed. A passing mother gasped and hurried off, which made Amber laugh as she head off to the school office. The school secretary was a lazy, college drop-out named Jules, who was about as productive as a cinderblock. She glared up from her computer screen, eyes drooping and a nail file in her hands.
"Can I use the phone?" Amber asked with a fake smile.
"Whatever." Jules sighed and she went back to staring at leather boots. Amber quickly called her mum and then sat down to wait. As she sat down, there was a loud thud from behind her, coming from Clark's office. Intrigued, Amber crept over to another seat by the door. Everyone knew that one day during the summer holidays, the school was broken into and the people smashed holes in the wall. As the local contractor charged too much, Clark accepted a donation of twenty horrible paintings in order to cover the holes up. One was right by his doorway and it went straight through into his office. Checking that Jules was still staring at the designer boots, Amber took the picture off the wall and put it on the wall. Then, she pushed the one on the other side of the hole across and watched. Clark and Detective Roberts were facing each other from across Clark's desk.
"All I am asking for is that you show some more co-operation in the case!" Roberts was yelling.
"I have given you and your rubbish police force all the co-operation that I can handle! But I don't believe that you will solve this case!" Clark spat back. The detective glared at him.
"I can arrest you for refusing to co-operate with police." He said gravely. Clark swore loudly and stomped off towards his drinks cabinet and started to pour himself a wine.
"What are you up to?" Arthur asked.
"You people are clueless. I know who the killers are and I've tried to push them towards you but you disagree with everything I say, yet you think I am not co-operating with you." Clark hissed.
"I am a senior police officer!" Detective Roberts yelled. "SHOW ME RESPECT!" Clark swung around with the bottle in his hand and whacked the police officer across the head. Amber heard the crack as the officer fell to the ground, blood mixing with the clear wine.
"I don't respect pathetic men like you." Clark growled and sat back at his desk and sipped his wine as if nothing had happened, staring at his computer as if his life was boring. Amber grabbed her bag and ran out of the office door. She needed to call Edward and tell him about what just happened, and that they had to abort. Amber was usually tough, but they could never handle Clark. She started to run out of the school grounds and headed down side streets, towards Edward's house. But as she turned a corner, a fist came out of nowhere and Amber couldn't react into. It hit underneath her eye and she smashed into a brick wall, then slumped to the ground, unconscious. James and Erin Mitchells stared at her body.
"I always thought she was a beautiful girl." Erin sighed.
"Oh shut up you dozy cow and grabbed her legs!" James snapped. Erin glared at him as she picked Amber's body up and put it in the boot of their Holden Commodore.
"Get in the car quick sharp woman!" James growled and shoved his wife into the passenger seat. As they drove off, Erin cradled the gun she had been given underneath her jumper. She was meant to use it on Amber, Derek and Murdoch, but at the moment, she'd preferred the bullets to go through her husband, and smiled at the thought.
"What now?" James hissed at her.
"Nothing dear." Erin replied dreamily and stared out the window at the passing scenery as she laughed inside her head.

Welcome to another blog on the upcoming stories and series!

Life and Death
At the last chapter, the four had decided that killing Edward's parents was the easiest way to get rid of Clark before going into hiding. But what they don't know is that the police are closing in on them and so are Clark, James and Erin. The final chapters, Amber makes a shocking discovery, Edward, Murdoch and the twins become trapped as a ticking time bomb is close to exploding, and a furious car chase will lead to the biggest fight yet!

Extremist Engines
In the last chapter, Neville struck out at the other engines, not knowing he was falling further into the trap of Lionel, Shadow, Eclipse and Basher. But Elizabeth has suspicioins, if anyone will listen! Coming up, Steven faces the consequences for his actions, Neville is given a task by Xavier, Elizabeth finally gets someone to listen, but Basher is onto her. And a literal cliffhanger will bring a surprising twist in tale, and will open more doors than wanted.

The Rosie Chronciles
Due to the success of the Rosie stories so far, there will be three more following up Bridget's death. The next one, Rosie's Dark Secret, brings her face to face with an old friend at Crewe, but she struggles to tell her what has happened and why she is at Crewe. Look out for this story coming soon!

Into the Forest
The first story of this series will come around in the next two months. The first story, "Seeing Scarlett", introduces us to the Greenstone Forest Railway and their main engine, Scarlett, and her coach Steph. This speedy episode will already bring surprise and secrets, as well as a flaming accident! Make you sure you keep watch for this!

The Waterfront
More stories of this soon! Bandits is coming up next, and introduces midget sub Streamer, and his battle against two creepy charecters and a steamy situation!

Short Gories and Glories
One of each is coming up soon! No Running and the unnamed Short Gory will bring humour and death!

That's all for now! Look out for the next blog soon!

Sea storms weren't a regular in the Auckland Port. The water was usually calm and full with hundreds of boats, working or casual, gliding through the harbour. But when these storms do come, large wooden poles in the water known as breakwaters are used to protect the marinas.

Jessica the Paddle Tug was the oldest boat in the port, and was also the fussiest. She usually only made delivery's to the marinas and helped out the coast guard. When she awoke today, rain was pouring down over the harbour.
"Oh what rotten rain!" Jessica huffed. "My glasses will get all fogged up." She started her engine and chugged over to the tugboat dock. Grinder the Moving Gantry Crane was loading crates into trucks.
"Hello Jessie!" He smiled.
"I told you to stop calling me that!" Jessica said angrily. "Do you know where my barge is?"
"Afraid not, darling." Grinder called. "Why don't you check at the retirement home?"
"Insolent crane!" Jessica growled and she set off.

Her barge was waiting by Princess Wharf. Jessica was attached to it and she chugged slowly towards Okahu Bay Marina.
"With all this humidity I will never get to sleep tonight." Jessica sighed as she went over the low waves. It was nearly an hour when she brought to the marina.
"Hello darlings, I'm here at last." She called as she pulled up. The Okahu Bay Marina not only had breakwaters, but long lines of artificial rocks, the crosswise line even had a mini lighthouse. Avenger the Water Crane started to unload the barge.
"Hello Jessica. I'm surprised you'd even come out in this weather!" Avenger chuckled croakily.
"Well, I need to keep my spectacles sparkling!" Jessica beamed. Avenger sighed as his pistons turned his around. Some men were across the marina, waves sweeping over their legs.
"The tide's too high for the breakwaters to work!" One man sighed, rushing away from waves.
"Yeah, and those rocks won't be much use either if we get a ferry or tramp steamer." The other said, roaring over the wind. Jessica was startled.
"The marina could be destroyed!" She gasped.
"What can we do?" Avenger replied and he dropped the loads with a metallic clang.

Another wet and blustery journey back to the Port thoroughly annoyed Jessica as she pulled up to the Tugboat Pier. Grinder was now loading up Terry the Tank Engine with supplies from a nearby barge.
"You won't believe what happened!" Jessica said anxiously.
"Avenger hit your glasses!" Grinder gasped sarcastically.
"Actually, he did, but that's not the point." Jessica snapped and told her story.
"So the breakwaters are underwater?" Terry asked.
"Yes."
"And the rocks won't be able to protect the marina?" Grinder questioned.
"Yes!"
"Jessica, this can't be possible." Terry puffed.
"But it is!" Jessica huffed.
"Why don't you go rest your little head and let us handle it!" Grinder said a mocked baby tone. Jessica whistled furiously and chugged away to the container dock.

The storm began earlier than expected. Boats anchored at sea were ripped away from the moorings and were through against rocks. Anything on the docks that could fly away was put either inside a container or a metal shed. Jessica wasn't with the others at the main marina but was at Okahu Bay with Avenger.
"I still don't see why I had to come." He moaned.
"Oh be quiet you silly thing!" Jessica snapped. "I need you to drop the anchors for those." She added, indicating the line of barges trailing behind her, full of heavy loads tied down securely. The waves were very rough and Avenger kept being blown around in the wind.
"When do we go back?" Avenger roared.
"When we have saved the marina!" Jessica replied. When she came up to the crosswise line, the waves started to smash against them as if telling to go back.
"This is too dangerous!" Avenger shouted. Jessica ignored him.
"Start dropping the anchors." Jessica ordered. Suddenly, a huge wave smashed against them and pushed both tug and crane behind the barges, nearly destroying them as they hit the rocks. A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky.
"We won't survive!" Avenger yelled.
"Not if you don't believe." Jessica hissed and she started to push the barges back with all her might as the storm raged on around her.

The aftermath had left dark clouds in the sky and lots of damage to the marinas and port. Terry was having his trucks loaded up once again by Grinder.
"Do you know what happened to Jessica last night?" Terry asked.
"I haven't heard anything yet."
"Well, she and Avenger took a bunch of barges out to the Okahu Bay Marina last night and Jessica managed to prevent any damage!"
"I never knew she could do that!" Grinder gasped.
"Neither did I." Jessica clanked up next to the dock, Avenger attached to her. "So, who's the useless old tugboat now?" She smirked. Terry and Grinder exchanged dumbfounded looks and the paddle tug chugged away, laughing loudly. All the others could do was laugh as well.

The rain still thundered down around the engines of Sodor to represent the gloom mood that was felt by most of them. Bridget Hatt's death had rocked engines that had known her and many were deeply hurt. Rosie was the most sombre of them all. Having taken her on her last trip, she couldn't help but feel responsible. Her cheerful attitude had taken a bad turn and even her bright pink paint seemed to have turned grey. The Fat Controller had noticed this and her workload had been taken off slightly. Everyone was worried for her, but Rosie hardly noticed a thing.

At Knapford Sheds the rain was echoed on the metal roof. Rosie was nestled in a corner with her friends Neville, Molly and Dennis.
"I don't want to have to work in the rain today." Denis moaned. "The trucks always misbehave."
"We have to wok, any day, any weather!" Neville said proudly.
"If you don't, 'Arry and Bert might turn you into a tin can!" Molly chuckled.
"Not that!" Dennis wailed. Neville and Molly chuckled.
"Could you keep it down?" Rosie mumbled. She had been trying to think.
"Oh, sorry." Neville whispered back. Just then, the four crews came into the sheds.
"Come along Rosie, the Fat Controller has asked us to take some Railway Enthusiasts to Crovan's Gate." Her driver smiled.
"Which route are we going along?" Rosie asked. The two crew members exchanged looks.
"Oh, that isn't important." The fireman replied as they clambered into the cab. Rosie was rather shocked by this, but a few minutes later she chugged out of the shed doors and went to Knapford to collect her coaches.

An hour later, she was racing through the countryside with the rain bulleting against her face. Her eyes were half closed so that she wasn't blinded.
"Rosie, we need to pick up the pace." Her driver shouted.
"I can't see!" Rosie roared back over the wind. She opened her eyes fully and looked around. Then, her memory clicked in and she recognised what route they were on.
The same one she took Bridget on.
"Why are we taking this route?" Rosie screeched. Her crew ignored her.
"Answer me!" Rosie wailed, but still no answer. In blind rage, she smashed into the carriage. Over the wind the sound of breaking glass reached her eyes.
"Rosie, please calm down!" Her fireman snapped.
"NO!" Rosie cried and she started to go faster, tears mingling with the rain drops. The green and brown of the countryside mixed in with the grey of the sky and it started to become a blur. Rosie felt dizzy and weak.
"There's something wrong with her boiler." The driver exclaimed.
"She is going too fast for it. If it fails and makes her break down at this speed we could crash." The fireman hissed. He started to dampen the fire down but it didn't seem to do much. There raced past a sign and the four lines became two.
"The level crossing is coming up!" The driver said. Rosie heard this but didn't process it. She now felt very hot and her wheels ached, but she wasn't braking.
"I can't apply the brakes, there isn't any friction to stop her and they keep slipping." The driver said. Just then, there was a loud honk and the fireman looked out the cab windows.
"It's the level crossing!" He yelled. Rosie couldn't take the blurs and shut her eyes but the tears still poured down. Suddenly she smashed up against something and felt her wheels lift from the tracks and slide along something slippery. Then there was a screech quite close to her before she rolled forwards and hit something cold and wet and she fell asleep to screams.

Rosie slowly and painfully opened her eyes. All around her was bright white, but a clam voice spoke to her.
"Good to see you awake Rosie. We were all very worried about you." Rosie blinked and things started to focus. In front of her were three men that were scrubbing Rosie's buffers and face.
"What happened? Where am I?" Rosie gurgled.
"You're at the works. Your boiler and pipes got too much water in from the storm and you struggled to make steam. With the speed you were going at, you couldn't be controlled with hardly anything working and the wet lines couldn't help." The man said happily.
"Then why are you cleaning me?" Rosie said with her eyebrows raised. The workers exchanged looks before another one spoke.
"Well, as you couldn't stop, not that it's your fault, but you hit something and then derailed and drove it a pool of water caused by blocked drains." The man said.
"What did I hit?" More nervous looks from the men before...
"A car, with a mother and two children inside." Rosie seemed to freeze. She looked down and saw her buffer beam was twisted and her smokebox felt saw. She looked around and saw that men were looking inside her, fixing her pipes.
"D-d-did anyone die?" She asked, hurt.
"A teenage girl was killed from the force, but the car had been driving out of control anyway and nearly hit another car. They would have all been killed." The third cleaner said.
"Wow, that'll really cheer me." Rosie spluttered, the tears starting to come out again.
"You aren't being blamed by the family, they were told about your failure and the mother said was just pleased that her daughter's little baby wasn't killed by her dangerous driving and she blames the weather." The first man added.
"You said that it was a teenager!" Rosie gasped.
"Teenage girls can get pregnant as well. She was seventeen, her baby two months old." The second man said with the air of caution. They picked their stuff up and walked away, and signalled to the other men as well. They all left, turning the lights off and leaving only moonlight to give Rosie's tears a sparkle.

"We have no other option, sadly."
Rosie just smiled gloomily to let the Fat Controller know she was alright about it. Her owner had just told her that the Transport Safety Committee was investigating the cause of the accident and Rosie was being sent to Crewe for a thorough inspection.
"I'll be alright sir; you don't have to worry about me." Rosie wheeshed. The controller smiled brightly at her and then walked over to his car and drove off. She didn't wait long for Edward and Rocky to arrive.
"Hello Rosie!" Edward beamed brightly. He pushed her up onto one of Rocky's flatbeds and he hooked onto her cab.
"Ready for a long ride?" Rocky chuckled.
"Yes please, just get me out of here!" Rosie cried. Edward looked shocked as he was coupled up and they started off.
"Are you alright Rosie?" He asked.
"What do you think?" Rosie whimpered back. "I am glad that I'm leaving here, there are too many bad memories!"
"But, will you come back?" Rocky questioned quietly. Something small and wet hit his face, and realised Rosie was crying and the wind was blowing them back into his face.
"I can't! I've killed two people!"
"You didn't kill Bridget! It was the cancer!" Edward protested.
"It practically did, the trip weakened her and she had her head out the window most of the time. She would have breathed in my smoke." Rosie added.
"But children do that all the time and they don't die from it." Rocky replied.
"Yes, but most of the engines here have healthy boilers. Mine has probably been ill for a long time and that could have added to her illness." Rosie grumbled, rivers of tears rolling down her face. Edward and Rocky were shocked but said nothing. Neither of them could possibly image what she was going through. The trip went on in silence. Rosie opened her eyes later on. She was being pulled by one of the London Mainland Diesels now and they were crossing the long bridge connecting Sodor to the Mainland. Rosie smiled as the sun broke through the clouds and made her paint sparkle like it hadn't done since Bridget's death. She was leaving Sodor behind, and she was leaving her memories behind as well. But any smart train knows, and even humans as well, that memories like these ones can never been forgotten, and putting the pain away won't help anyone in the long run, especially yourself. Sadly, Rosie hasn't learnt this lesson...
Yet.