Skarloey and Rheneas were up early, waiting for the new engines to arrive. Two new engines had been ordered and sent to the railway to assist the older engines, and the pair couldn't wait to meet the newcomers. Skarloey was sitting quietly, waiting as the clock ticked onwards, but Rheneas had begun to grow a bit impatient.

"Oh, where could they be Skarloey? They were supposed to be here ages ago!" Rheneas huffed out loud. Skarloey couldn't help but laugh a bit.

"Patience, Rheneas, patience. It's still early, and they'll be here in due time. You're just getting excited."

"Oh, I know, I know," Rheneas said, laughing along. "We just need the help."

"Which is why the new engines were ordered in the first place, Rheneas. They'll make the workload much lighter." Skarloey smiled, but his face grew a little grim. "But, do keep in mind to be polite to them, I've heard tell that their old railway closed down recently. And that can be a troubling topic for any engine."

"Oh, my," Rheneas gasped. "And when they're so young, too."

"Yes," Said Skarloey, nodding solemnly. "But we'll make sure to make them feel as welcome as we can."

Rheneas smiled, and nodded in agreement.

Currently, Sir Handel and Peter Sam were moving steadily down the line. Peter Sam was trying to enjoy himself, and was admiring the view along the way. His brother, Sir Handel, on the other hand, was not. Sir Handel's face was affixed with what seemed like a permanent scowl, and had practically refused to speak since the brothers had left their old railway. Peter Sam had begun to grow bored by the almost constant silence, and tried to get Sir Handel's attention.

"It's quite the beautiful view, isn't it?" Peter Sam said aloud. He shot a quick glance at Sir Handel, who audibly scoffed and snorted.

"Beautiful, is it?" Sir Handel huffed. Peter Sam thought it felt nice to hear his voice for the first time in ages. "Looks like rocks and trees to me. No different than any other line, Stuart!" Sir Handel spat, his words almost venomous. Peter Sam sighed. His plan had backfired.

"My name is Peter Sam, now, you know that—" Peter Sam insisted.

"I'm not calling you that." Sir Handel interrupted indignantly. Peter Sam sighed, and let out a groan.

"Sir Handel, for once in your life could you just try to have a positive attitude?" Peter Sam begged.

"Falcon." Sir Handel hissed, refusing to go by his new name. He pretended to think for a moment. "And, hmm, let me see, if our old line reopens and we get to go home where we belong, then yes. I could." Sir Handel replied in a snarky tone, as what could only be described as a smirk smudged his face. Peter Sam let out a mix of a groan and a growl.

"At the very least, could you be polite to these new engines? I want to set a good impression. I've heard they're famous for goodness sake!" Peter Sam said. "I swear, ever since we left you've just been a stubborn, condescending, whiny, ungrateful—"

Knowing Peter Sam was just going to go into a long lecture and rant about Sir Handel's attitude as of late, Sir Handel tuned him out and was left alone with his own thoughts. Sure, on the outside he simply seemed…snarky, to say the least, but on the inside, he was a giant mess.

He was angry, often seething over the fact so much had changed in his life without anyone ever asking him if he even wanted anything to change! But he was also very often sad, sometimes brooding, and staying alone by himself away from everyone he knew for hours at a time, wanting to be left alone but also wanting someone to find him and ask him if he was alright. He was two conflicting sides of a coin. He wanted Peter Sam to shut up and leave him alone, but he also wanted Peter Sam to talk with him like they used to, and tell him that everything was going to be alright, he was angry at the world, and blamed it for all of his problems, but he also blamed himself, constantly surrounded in a shroud of guilt clinging to him like a disease.

But most of all, Sir Handel just wanted to stop feeling like the whole world hated him.