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It was a avrage morning, and Garam had just pulled up to Elgann Station to drop off passengers.

along side him came Tannor with a goods train.

"Goodmorning!" Tannor puffed.

Garam didn't say anything, he just looked off to the side with a unusual look on his face.

"what's up with you?" Tannor asked, trying not to be rude.

Garam eventually looked over at Tannor and went back to smirking, "Oh! I-I didn't realize you were there... sorry about that."

"never mind me, I want to know why you looked glum". Tannor looked at him concerningly, hoping to get him to speak his feelings.

"well", Garam sighed, "I had heard a story about an engine that was the only surviving member of his class and it reminded me of when I was with my own brothers and sisters."

"well surely you can't be that upset over all of them." Tannor said. "I still have some of my brothers and sisters around and I barely remember the rest of them."

Garam winced, looking like he was holding back tears. "It's not all of them I'm worried about, there's a brother of mine that was sent to a workshop because he had a problem with his fire box, when he was built, there were no proper ones of his size, so they used a spare, they say he was shipped to a workshop in Doncaster, but some said he was dismantled for spare parts. I have no idea if he's alive!"

while Garam spoke, steam was building up around him, mostly out of his grievance and upset behavior, Tannor cringed his face trying not to choke.

"Good lord!" Tannor blurted out "stop your whooshing! you might shock your passengers!"

Garam quickly calmed down and his steam subsited. but now he had a even sadder expression on his face.

"I understand you feel sad, just don't exaggerate yourself, sometimes you just need to let go"

Tannor grumpily chuffed away, as the trucks behind him giggled and joked about Garam.

"he's like a tea kettle! all he needs is to whistle like one!". the trucks continued to laugh as they were hauled out of site, leaving Garam in his depressed state.

once the guard's whistle blew, and he sadly huffed away.

Credits for sprites and assets go to: Princess-Muffins , Cj-The-Creator ,

Description
It was a avrage morning, and Garam had just pulled up to Elgann Station to drop off passengers.

along side him came Tannor with a goods train.

"Goodmorning!" Tannor puffed.

Garam didn't say anything, he just looked off to the side with a unusual look on his face.

"what's up with you?" Tannor asked, trying not to be rude.

Garam eventually looked over at Tannor and went back to smirking, "Oh! I-I didn't realize you were there... sorry about that."

"never mind me, I want to know why you looked glum". Tannor looked at him concerningly, hoping to get him to speak his feelings.

"well", Garam sighed, "I had heard a story about an engine that was the only surviving member of his class and it reminded me of when I was with my own brothers and sisters."

"well surely you can't be that upset over all of them." Tannor said. "I still have some of my brothers and sisters around and I barely remember the rest of them."

Garam winced, looking like he was holding back tears. "It's not all of them I'm worried about, there's a brother of mine that was sent to a workshop because he had a problem with his fire box, when he was built, there were no proper ones of his size, so they used a spare, they say he was shipped to a workshop in Doncaster, but some said he was dismantled for spare parts. I have no idea if he's alive!"

while Garam spoke, steam was building up around him, mostly out of his grievance and upset behavior, Tannor cringed his face trying not to choke.

"Good lord!" Tannor blurted out "stop your whooshing! you might shock your passengers!"

Garam quickly calmed down and his steam subsited. but now he had a even sadder expression on his face.

"I understand you feel sad, just don't exaggerate yourself, sometimes you just need to let go"

Tannor grumpily chuffed away, as the trucks behind him giggled and joked about Garam.

"he's like a tea kettle! all he needs is to whistle like one!". the trucks continued to laugh as they were hauled out of site, leaving Garam in his depressed state.

once the guard's whistle blew, and he sadly huffed away.

Credits for sprites and assets go to: Princess-Muffins , Cj-The-Creator ,