In "Sodor Echo," Thomas and his friends are on the Island of Sodor when they discover a mysterious echo in a part of the island they've never explored before. The echo makes strange and unsettling noises, causing Thomas and his friends to become fri...
It's been a strange week on the Island of Sodor, and though I've been driving Thomas for years, nothing like this has ever happened. At first, it felt like a minor disturbance—a shift in the air, perhaps, or just a bit of bad luck. But it's become something much bigger, much more unsettling. I don't usually keep a diary, but there's something wrong here. Writing it down makes it feel real, as if these events aren't just a trick of my imagination.
My name is Bob, and I've been Thomas's driver for almost a decade now.
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I've seen this island through all its ups and downs, from the storms that tear at the coastlines to the occasional engine hiccup. But what we've been experiencing over the last few days... it's different. It's as if the very ground beneath us is restless, like something's stirring underneath the rails. Even Ted agrees.
July 8, 1979
The first day it all started, I didn't think much of it. Just another day on the job. I arrived at Tidmouth Sheds early that morning. Thomas was already awake—he's always been an early riser, if an engine can be described that way. We were assigned a simple passenger run between Knapford and Ffarquhar. Routine work, really, and something we've done countless times before.
But there was something about the way the air felt that morning. I can't describe it exactly, but it was heavy. The kind of air that clings to your skin and makes it feel like rain, but the skies were clear. I chalked it up to summer humidity and didn't think much of it. Thomas didn't seem to notice anything out of the ordinary either, at least at first.
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He sounded confused when I talked to him about it. He just said "Bob it's nothing," even Ted agreed with Thomas, "Probably hallucinating, snap out of it!"
As we rolled out of Tidmouth, heading along the usual track, I felt the first vibration. At first, it was subtle—just a slight shudder in the ground beneath my feet, like a distant rumble of thunder. But the skies were still bright blue, not a cloud in sight. I asked Thomas if he felt it, but he laughed it off, calling me jumpy. And maybe I was. Maybe I wanted to be jumpy. It's easy to imagine things when you spend so much time on the same stretches of track, day in and day out.
