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// Chapter 13a First ending 
// Story: Thomas goes to Equestria 
// by Even Evil Has Standards 
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      Harmony was restored in Equestria. Every pony had their souls returned to them, even Twivine, though her fate is of a different story. Thomas was revived in Canterlot where he and Gordon made up.

"I'm sorry I took your Express, Gordon."
"I'm the one who should be sorry," said Gordon, "I shouldn't have said what I did and insulted you like that. I was just tired of waiting for my coaches."

"I was tired after racing Bertie. That's usually exhausting."
"I'm in disgrace," laughed Gordon.
"So am I," agreed Thomas and they embraced.
At the buffers, tearful goodbyes were made. Thomas told Twilight that she could always visit Sodor, while she told him he was welcome back anytime. Then they held each other for a long time. Then they headed home.

SODOR
Following their arrival were cheers so noisy that the sound couldn've rivaled the Shot Heard 'Round the World. A celebration was called, and as the plans commenced, Thomas and Sir Topham Hatt had a long talk."

"Thomas, I'm sorry for everything. The others explained everything to me. I'm sorry for being unfair. You're Sodor's #1, no matter how cross I become. I was just upset with how much confusion and delay you caused with your cheekiness. I just wanted to help you accept responsibility for what you did. When you blamed Gordon and Emily for the sabotaged sidings and the workmen for the siding incident, I thought that you hadn't learn your lesson from the whole 'Geoffrey' fiasco. But do you want to know the biggest reason for mine being cross? You never apologize for your mistakes."

Thomas thought for a moment then realized that his master was right. He never did apologize for any of those things. "Well, sir, it's a little late for this, but-"

"Don't worry Thomas."
"But what about Ryan?"
"I brought him to Sodor to help with the goods traffic on the Harwick branch. He had arrived a day early, so I decided that he could use your branchline for practice... If or when you came back, he'd work there.

"'If' sir?"
Sir Topham Hatt scratched his head nervously and said, "well, you were gone for so long, we thought you were gone for good. So I uh purchased a diesel to help in your place."

"A diesel?!?"
"I didn't know he was that. But he is quite friendly. It's ironic, considering he's called Anarchy."

"Anarchy?"
"Oh ho, talking about me, are you?"
Thomas jumped, some cars went flying. There, right next to him, was a British Class 08 sshunter. His livery was a little strange: the body was brown except for the roof; the right half was purple while the left half was baby blue; his front buffers were different shades of yellow; his right rear buffer was green while the left one was a lighter shade of brown. His eyes were I most disturbing: the whites were normal and it was so that the gray eyebrows were normal; what was strange was how shaggy the right one was, looking like it was peelable. What was strange about the eyes was not only they were red, but the left pupil was smaller than the right.

"Thomas this is Anarchy. Anarchy this is my #1 engine Thomas."
"Pleased to meet you, Thomas," said Anarchy, "it's an honor to meet the famous engine I heard so much about."

Thomas was stunned. "Um, have we met?"
Anarchy said nothing, though he smirked and made a ^^ with his eyebrows.