One morning, Gordon was backing down onto Platform 1 at Knapford Station to collect his express coaches.
Stafford was shunting them into position.
"Thank you, Stafford," Gordon said as he looked back at the electric shunter.
"You're welcome, Gordon," Stafford smiled as the front coach was coupled to the big engine's tender.
Gordon was waiting for the passengers to climb aboard when a familiar whistle blew.
The express engine's jaw dropped as he heard it.
"Brother...?" he asked quietly.
"The one and only," Flying Scotsman grinned as he pulled into the platform alongside Gordon's.
"Don't remind me..." Gordon muttered.
Stafford caught on what was going on and chuckled.
"I'll leave you two to talk," the shunter said quietly as he slowly reversed back to the yard.
Gordon rose an eyebrow as he glanced at his last remaining brother.
"Why are you here exactly? Have you come to take my Express?" he said jokingly.
"Oh, what nonsense! That would imply your Express is worth stealing!"