Lady Of The Island

Secrets Come Out

"So," Becca thought. "Will you be needing transportation to get to Topham Hall?"

"I will yes, could you take me?"

"No!" Clarence shouted from inside the shed. "You'll die too!"

"Can it!" Becca shouted back.

I rubbed my head.

"Erm, is that a yes?"

"Yes, it is. Come along." Becca smiled as I clambered in and she pulled out of the harbour, leaving The Crew in a bit of a state.

Once again, I was shown the pure power and speed of Becca's class. She zipped up and down the mainline, whistling along to any engines she saw. She was having a whale of a time!

"Morning, Becca!" Paxton smiled, rolling past with his train.

"Morning, Paxton! How's yourself?" She grinned.

"Pretty good, thank you!" The diesel called as he slipped away.

Is this what Sodor has been like under those dark layers? It's...beautiful.

"Get off the mainline, half-face!" Boomed a deep voice.

I turned my head to see Bulgy thundering past on the road.

"You don't deserve to be seen in public!"

Becca just rolled her eyes. Was she used to this?

We soon arrived at Topham Hall, where I awkwardly stepped out of the cab.

"I've suddenly got an overwhelming feeling of awkwardness..." I sighed.

"It'll be fine!" Becca called as I got closer to the steps. "Just be kind! And don't take too long, I don't want to lose more of my face!"

I laughed lightly as I got to the door. I raised my hand to knock, but it opened before I could do it.
Bridget stood on the other side.

"You." She scowled. "I thought that Mother told you to get off her property."

"Err, yes she did. I just need to speak to her." I began to move. "Do you mind if I just come in-"

"I do mind, yes. I live here too and I do not want you in this Manor."

Bridget, though she looked to be around twenty, had the aura and power of an older person.

"Bridget. I am here on official media business. If you don't move, I'll-"

"Bridget? Who's that at the door?" A voice came from inside the house.

"Nobody, Mother!"

"Hmph, like I'd believe that."

Jane shuffled into the entryway, brushing her clearly dyed bob. She stopped upon laying eyes on me.

"Oh. What do you want?" She grumbled as Bridget disappeared.

"I need to speak to you." I opened my notepad, yet she pushed it to the floor, luckily missing a puddle.

"About whom, exactly?" She groaned applying her gloves.

"Two young women called Tasha Stone and Alice-"