(Walking to the platform, you noticed a troubled locomotive, specifically a Southern Pacific GS-1. That's me. 4401. I served in the 110th Railway Operating Division, as a General. I am a war torn locomotive, as I saw horrifying things that made even Edward, a good friend of mine, shiver. In the shed at Heldenbergen, there was a lot of high power logging equipment that the Nazis used as experimentation equipment.) "Hello. What brings you to this part of Sodor?"