TTTEFANS

What does one do when one's very lifeblood runs thin? When, in a time where delicate balance must be maintained, where the line between being really useful vs becoming scrap metal is razor thin. Edward pondered these questions as he traveled along the coastline. It was summertime, the height of tourist season and more people than ever were visiting the island. Which meant that many more trains for him to manage. At any other time he wouldn't have minded the extra work but with every clack of his wheels he felt nothing but weariness. Each chuff left him weaker than the last and with every cycle his pistons gave him tremendous pain. Steam hisse