Day 14 A-Mid-Sodor No More
Day 14 A-FutureÂ
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Sir Handel sat in the yard, trying to mull through his feelings. A group had visited the Skarloey, or more accurately the former Mid-Sodor engines on the Skarloey.
They were rebuilding part of the line. The Mid-Sodor would once again exist. Starting from King Orry’s Bridge, they would work their way down the line, until they met the Arlesdale Railway.
Sir Handel didn't know what to think. He'd often thought longingly of the glory days of his old line during his early years on the Skarloey, and dreamed of returning there, returning home.
The former Mid-Sodor engines had been invited to visit once more track had been relaid but…
He didn't want to.
Somewhere along the line he had stopped seeing the Mid-Sodor as home. Oh he certainly missed it, but loathe as he was to admit it even to himself, the Skarloey was home. He guessed he shouldn't have been surprised, he'd lived on the line since the fifties, but to not even visit his old home?
Except it wouldn't be his old home.
He sighed as he accepted what he had already subconsciously knew. Just as he was no longer Falcon, this line was not the old Mid-Sodor, for all it laid on the same trackbed. Seeing the new line would be the final proof that his old home was gone, that even if it wasn't…he was no longer the same engine. He wasn't ready to face that. Maybe someday…but not now.
