SB And Mily2

Lexington, Virginia

Dragovich and Josh met up with Buick at a train station.

Buick: They're not here.
Dragovich: I know, I told you! This is the wrong Lexington. They're in Kentucky.
Buick: I'm sorry for not listening.
Josh: Why can't we just leave them alone?
Buick: You're worse than Squires. Hurry up now. We must move.

Back in Roanoke.

NS Employee 75: *Staring at the bird*
Gordon: *Walks over towards him* What do toi see?
NS Employee 75: That bird has been there for well over half an hour.
Gordon: toi mean it hasn't moved?
NS Employee 75: Yes.
Gordon: I think toi should come with me. We're going to talk...

After their vacation, Sean, Jazlin & Mily were resting in the roundhouse. Sean had the doors to his shed closed, and was on his laptop, talking to Grayback on skype.

Sean: I saw the Warbonnets play in Los Angeles.
Grayback: The Warbonnets? No kidding.
Sean: Those five really know how to play music.
Grayback: I know. I was at one of their concerts two years il y a in Minnesota. It was a blast. I'll talk to toi later Sean. I don't have the jour off like toi do. *Turns off his screen*
Sean: Well, better get some rest, and regain my strength for tomorrow.

But just before he turned off his laptop, something...

The four GP38-2's arrived at the Fort Wayne Historical Society. Only to find it empty.

NS 5552: Ah!!!!
NS 5334: This is not good.
NS 5647: How do we tell Dragovich?
NS 5664: Forget him. Orlov, and Buick Baltimore will not be pleased!

As they were busy arguing, Ethan was seen behind them with the extra coal.

Ethan: *Sees the NS Diesels* Uh oh. I better be silent. *Turns his engine off as he coasts down the line*
NS 5552: Let's get to the plaque tournante, platine vinyle and get out of here.
NS 5664: *Following the others to the turntable*
Ethan: *Watches them pass a building as they head for a turntable* Good. I'm out of their...

S.B: *Walks out of his house, and towards his car. As he does, he looks at the busy rue in front of him*
People: *Slowly passing par in their cars. One person honks his horn twice*
Teenager 85: salut S.B. Your parents home?
S.B: Yeah, but I can't hang out.
Teenager 85: But it's your jour off.
S.B: *Opens the door to his car* It is, but I'm heading to the Eastern Pacific.
Teenager 85: Oh come on man. You're 20 years old, toi don't need to hang out with talking trains.
Audience: *Quietly laughing*
S.B: You're right. I don't. *Starts his car* But they're fun to be with. *Drives away*
Teenager 85: Pff. Who...