You awaken with the clatter of rails and the hiss of steam filling your ears. Instead of your room, you’re in the bustling Tidmouth Yard. But you’re not standing—you’re on wheels. Two sets.

Your body feels… divided. Looking down (or rather, inward), you realize you’ve split into two: Annie and Clarabel. Twin coaches, connected by buffers and couplings, yet sharing the same soul. you look around panicky when something blue backs down on you.

Thomas rolls up with a cheerful smile. Thomas: “Rise and shine! My coaches look brighter than ever today!”

The yard bustles with familiar sights—Gordon waiting for his coaches, Percy bustling by with Ffarquhar stone, James boasting to a random truck about his paint. Everything feels real... Sodor is no longer a story, it’s your world.

Despite the reality shift, your mind remains your own. You can feel Annie’s polite, caring voice, and Clarabel’s sharper, no-nonsense tone—two halves of the same you, balanced and working together.

Your new life as part of the railway begins, clattering down the branch line, filled with passengers’ chatter, the rush of steam, and Thomas’ eager whistle leading the way.

And though you’re no longer just one person, there’s a comfort in knowing you’re cherished, needed and important to the Ffarquhar Branchline