After a moments rest, the engines all got coupled up to their long train of trucks and flatbeds, and prepared for the final run home. Raymond was waiting on his siding, watching the younger engines prepare for their home journey.

"You best be heading home engines." Raymond chuckled, "Get home before it starts to get dark. Be sure you stay safe."

"We will Raymond!" Thomas whistled happily, "Thanks for having us!"

"You're welcome my friends." Raymond chuckled, whistling back as they engine parade began to roll forward. They all whistled with pride as they started to head home, wishing their best wishes to Raymond before steaming out of sight.

Raymond just sighed happily as he kept his eyes focused on the young engines, "Young engines...gone through so much." He sighed, before smiling in relief, "But they're still going to grow together."

Back with the steam team, they were puffing with all their might, as quickly as they could, back to Sodor! Soon, they could see the Vicarstown Bridge, the bridge linking the Mainland to Sodor! They began to huff and puff as fast as they could, barely overtaking one another!

"We're almost there! Keep it up!" Thomas whistled long and proud!

The engines gave it one final rush and soon found themselves crossing the Vicarstown Bridge, and back on Sodor soil!

As they rushed by, people were waiting at platforms and bridges and cheering loudly for them – and all the engines around them whistled long and proud at their splendid engines.

The engines just smiled in relief as they began to puff at a steady pace, as they headed towards Knapford. It had been a very long and tiring journey, but luckily, all the engines were back home, safe.

They soon arrived at Knapford with a big welcome. It didn't take long for the engines to fill everything in with the Fat Controller and take their specials to the siding, waiting for when they will be used.

It has been a long few days, and very emotional...and the engines were all feeling exhausted, not just from tiredness, but from their journey on the memory train...revisiting old memories and remembering the engines they use to love...and lost over time.

As Gordon slowly shunted his flatbed onto a siding, he heard a whistle and looked ahead. He saw Penelope, the big, purple tender engine – and his sole remaining sister – puff over quietly, with a small smile on her face. She could tell her brother looked exhausted.

"How did it go Gordon?" She asked, her voice with a clear Londoner's accent, was calm and soothing to her big brother.

Gordon just gave a simple smile, "It went alright. We saw Flying Scotsman when we went to Doncaster. I...also told them about an old story with our brothers."

Penelope giggled a bit, "You better tell me that in the morning."

"I will, I will." Gordon chuckled, "But right now, I think it's best I head back to my shed."

Penelope giggled, backing up to let her brother out.

Percy had just finished helping Henry shunt his trucks and flatbeds onto a siding. Both green engines were tired and couldn't help yawning, as Percy looked up to the evening sky.

"Henry!" He peeped, getting the bigger engines attention, "Look! That cloud looks like Natalie! Oh! And those ones look like Hadley and Harley!"

Henry looked up and chuckled a bit, "And those two remind me of London and Landon." Henry took a deep sigh, "Maybe it's them watching over us."

"Yeah...they may be gone, but we will always remember them." Percy smiled.

Henry gave a small smile, "Indeed. Besides – they helped us to grow and make new friends."

Percy giggled at Henry's comment, as he and the big, green engine reversed and started to head back to the shed.

Back at the shed, James was already there. He was looking at the wall of his berth, as his driver and fireman pulled out an old flower garland and placed it on the ground. James just sighed sadly, a few sad tears falling down his cheeks.

His driver and fireman just gave a tender smile and gently pat their engine and wiped his tears.

"Don't worry old boy, stay strong." His driver soothed, as they returned back to the cab.

James took a deep breath as he continued gazing at the old flower garland, he could swear he heard Lucie's voice around him, and her familiar cheerful whistle – but he knew this was all in his smoke box.

Slowly, Edward and Emily rolled into the shed. They could see James' sad face, and slowly approached him, to try and comfort their friend.

"Don't worry James, I am sure she's thinking of you where she is now." Emily spoke, in a soft voice, soothing the mourning engine.

"Remember, keep her in your heart, and you will never forget her." Edward spoke wisely.

James looked up at his two friends and smiled a bit, his chin was still trembling, and his eyes were still watering, but he felt much better surrounded by his friends.

"Thank you...thank you Edward, thank you Emily..." He managed to sigh, his voice choking on his tears.

Emily gave a small tender smile, "We all lost friends...but at least we have one friend who is still around. Unfortunately some of our friends...aren't as lucky."

"We should consider ourselves lucky James. Just keep the good memories, and you will feel alright." Edward soothed.

James finally gave a small smile in relief, as his two friends also looked at the garland – remembering their old friends, and the friends who are still around today.

Meanwhile, Thomas was just puffing down his branch line. He wanted to make sure everything was still okay. He puffed up to the sheds, to see Blake, the Gothic tank engine, gently reversing Annie and Clarabel into the coaches shed.

"Thank you for the lovely day Blake." Annie chimed.

"You pull us both so splendidly." Clarabel agreed.

Blake gave a small giggled, "Your welcome. Night Miss. Annie, night Miss. Clarabel." She whispered quietly, before slowly puffing away to let the two coaches sleep.

"Goodnight Blake." The two coaches responded, watching the young black tank engine slowly steam away.

Blake looked ahead, and saw Thomas puffing over. He had his normal smile on his face, but he felt very happy to be around Blake. And Blake gave off a small smile too, her normal shy smile.

"Hello Thomas." Blake greeted quietly, and rather shyly, "I-I took care of your branch line for you...passengers are happy, everything is on time...and Annie and Clarabel have helped me very much..."

"Thanks Blake." Thomas responded in relief, he looked up at the clouds above Sodor and sighed. Blake looked at Thomas anxiously.

"Thomas...i-is everything alright?" She stuttered anxiously. Thomas just gave a small smile.

"Yes Blake, everything is fine." He said. Blake looked up at the sky with him, smiling a little with him as they watched the clouds slowly pass by.

"What you looking at?" Blake asked, watching the clouds form into trains that she hasn't seen before. Thomas just sighed happily.

"Oh, just going on a Trip Down the Memory Train."

Thank you everyone for reading my story 3 Please, do tell me whose backstory was your favourite, and do please give reviews for improvement - like I said, my writing skills are not that good.

Now, what's next? Well, I have a one-shot sequel to this story, but it's only one chapter, and it is based on a character that a friend of mine likes, so I made a backstory for him - but you'll understand once you read it ;)

The next story I will post will be a prequel to all of this. Technically, I should've posted that story first but, oh well ^^; It will introduce some of the characters you've seen me mention in my two stories before.

But until then - I hope you all enjoy :D