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.