It was very early the next day when the narrow gauge engines had gathered in the yard. The sun was just coming up over the hills of Sodor, casting a refreshing, warm glow on their boilers. But it was time for something else to shine- their friend was finally leaving the sheds again after what seemed like months! They all couldn't wait to see Peter Sam be his happy-go-lucky self again.

"Alright, Peter Sam, today's the big day," Rusty whispered in encouragement to his green friend. " We even asked the Thin Controller to start our runs early so you could have time to adjust. Ready, old friend?"

"I suppose so..." the latter murmured nervously in response.

"And as it's still early," added Rheneas to Peter Sam's right. "There's no passing traffic in sight, which means that the tracks are empty for you to do your runs without any worry of a crash."

"No one on the tracks...?" Peter Sam peeped fearfully. "But what if...if..."

"Yes?"

"...if I crash again? Then, like you said, it's still early, and there will be no one out to help me and-"

"Don't worry about it, Peter Sam," his scarlet friend reassured. "Just believe you can do it, call on good vibes, and trust me, it'll be just like old times again, my friend." He gave the younger engine a comforting smile, shared with the other engines.

"Ok, then I'll try." Peter Sam resolved confidently.

"That's a good engine," Skarloey replied, regarding him fondly. "Luke is waiting at the Blue Mountain Quarry for you, so its not a long distance. Come back and tell us how it went- we'll be right here waiting for you!"

"Wait- all of us? Have to wait? What if that takes forever?" Sir Handel grumbled quietly, quickly falling silent after been served death glares from his crew.

"We're all rooting for you, Peter Sam!" The other engines chorused.

"Off you go then, my friend!"

"Off we go then." And with a toot from his whistle, Peter Sam pulled out of the sheds and onto the main line.

...

As he chuffed carefully along the line, the dark green engine took in his surroundings. Sure, the number 4 engine had been up and down these tracks multiple times going to and from work, but after being cooped up in the sheds for so long, it felt so...foreign to him, like it had been wiped completely from his memory.

Now I know how Luke must've felt all these years... He thought quietly to himself as he continued his journey. The thought of his dear cousin and friend reminded him- he was going to the quarry.

On the same path that got him into this hellhole in the first place.

With no one awake on the line to help him should he...

Just thinking about this made Peter Sam shutter, and he noticeably slowed his pace, though not entirely. His crew, sensing this change leaned out of the cab.

"Easy, old boy," his driver said, patting his engine's side. "Remember what the others said, positive vibes only."

"Positive vibes only...positive vibes only..." His engine repeated to himself. Now that Peter Sam thought about it, it really wasn't that difficult. All he had to do was muster enough strength to get to the Blue Mountain Quarry in one piece.

He wanted to make his friends proud, his crew proud...himself proud. He was sick of feeling like this. He had long missed the feeling of warm sun on his face, watching the sun rise over the hills and rocks as he made his way to work. Smiling at everybody. Seeing people. And not having to worry about it.

He wanted that back more than anything.

...

"How do you think Peter Sam's faring on the way over here, Merrick?" Owen whispered to his friend, who just now rousing from his slumber.

"Wha...oh, yeah...Peter Sam's coming today..." the red crane yawned.

"And it's his first time out in weeks!" Luke puffed from under Owen's incline. "I just hope he's doing okay..."

"Hahaha- speak of the devil, Luke!" And just like that, a familiar dark green engine came through the quarry gates to meet them. Luke's eyes widened like a kid in a candy store as he saw his cousin- in one piece- puffing towards them, finally pulling to a stop next to the Irish engine.

"Peter Sam! You did it!" He cheered with glee.

"Yeah...I...I guess I did, huh?" Peter Sam agreed, his face slowly lit up like a Christmas tree at the realization.

"I told you that you could do it!" Luke told him, still beaming. "All you had to do was just face forward and not thinking about it."

"We're proud of you too, old boy!" His driver said, he and the fireman peeking out of the cab. "Now how about we tell Skarloey and the others how this run went?"

"Indeed!" chirruped Peter Sam, now with a confident smile. "Gosh, I feel like going all over the place now!"

"Off we go, then?" Luke asked his cousin, who as still beaming with a warm, prideful grin that he hadn't seen in weeks.

"Off we go! Let's see the world while we're at it!" Peter Sam hooted, and he and his cousin set off for the sheds to tell the engines.

...

"Ugh- this is taking too long! I feel like it's been hours since we've been waiting here!" Sir Handel grumbled to the ire of the engines around him, who were waiting patiently for their friend to return.

"Sir Handel, it's only been 30 minutes." Rheneas refuted derisively. "He should be back any moment now, so you can quit your moaning."

"Aye!" Duncan snorted crossly from behind him. "Can' ye just be happy for da laddie? Ye always go' ta start somethin!"

"Alright, stow it, the both of you." Rusty cut in, before Sir Handel could fit in an insult or two.

Just then, in the distance, they saw their two green friends approach the sheds, and let out cheers of excitement. Even Sir Handel had to crack a smile of pride for the engine he had been treating like a twin brother from the past hundred years.

"He's back! And with a smile, I see!" Skarloey chuckled heartily.

"You guys were right- your advice worked!" Peter Sam replied happily. "I just kept focusing on reaching my destination, no negativity, no fear, and look where I am!"

"Good on you, Peter Sam." Rusty replied. "It seems you've gotten back to your normal self."

"Not just my normal self- but a happier self." Peter Sam added, very pleased with himself. "Thank you all so much, for everything."

"A happier version of Peter Sam? Didn't think that was even possible!" Sir Handel teased, and the other engines laughed, before all departing to work, with a more confident, and cured, Peter Sam chuffing alongside them.

...

A/N: And that's this story finished! Finally! :D I was inspired by a motive I've been using for the past couple days, as life catches up to me. Positive vibes do work, people! :)

I really hope you all enjoyed it, as I had much fun writing it, no matter how long it took. :P Stay tuned for more work from me, I'll be finishing up Diesel X and starting another Sodor Shakespeare journey! A happier one, I promise :)