Timothy sat in the shed one evening feeling bad about himself. He had recently been thinking about his sister, Clementine. They used to run a branchline together, but when the line closed they went to different places.

“It’s not fair,” he said one evening, “All of my other friends get to rest in museums with their brothers and sisters. Sometimes they even get a good run in!”

“Do you want to be put in a museum then?” Asked the foreman.

“No, I just want to see Clementine.”

“How about this,” said the foreman, “I’ll talk to the train dispater and try and get you two to meet up.”

“Oh sir!” Timothy cheerfully cried, “that would be amazing!”

The next month, some people from the town got into Timothy’s coaches. Usually it was only tourists, so Timothy decided to ask the train dispater about it.

“What’s going on sir?” He asked.

“You wanted to see your sister,” the train dispater answered, “All these people would like to meet her too. So I thought we’d put together a train and have you visit her!.”

“That’s amazing sir! Where is she?”

“All the way in a Colorado museum,” the train dispatcher, “It’ll be a long ride but you can handle it. She can meet you half way. Does that seem okay to you?”

“Yes sir,” Timothy said, “You just blow the whistle.”

Soon after, Timothy pulled out of the station trying to go as fast as he could.

The next day, Timothy pulled into a station. As he pulled in, another train sat in the next line. 

“Late as always Timothy,” said the other train.

Timothy started beaming with joy as he stopped, “At least this time it’s fashionable.”

Timothy looked at Clementine as Clementine smiled at him. 

“It’s been too long,” Clementine said.

“It has been,” Timothy replied, “I see you have some passengers.”

“They wanted to see us together,” she replied, “And maybe go for a short run.”

“I say we double head it,” Timothy suggested, “Twice the load, half the work.”

The two sorted it out, and left the station faster than they thought they could. They rushed along, not stopping until they reached the museum.

The two engines sat in an old roundhouse.

“It’s like the one I used to have,” Timothy said.

“It’s a nostalgia trip,” added Clementine, “Just like the rest of the museum.”

“I’d love my line to be like this,” Timothy replied happily.

“Why not come here?” Clementine suggested, “Another exhibit would be appreciated.”

“I’m a worker Clementine,” Timothy answered, “I’ll come by here, maybe spend the night, but I’ll never leave Ignis.”

“Then I can’t wait to see you next.”

“Neither can I,” Timothy said, “What brought you here anyways?”

“Well,” Clementine said, as she started the story. We’ll hold off on that though, we don’t want to spoil it.