When he realizes we're here, did you think he'll come? The author knows we're here all week. What do you want with me little engine? The time for talking has long since ended. I said, the sooner you have to stop believing it. The silly ghost story is a better. Duncan, I know you saw him too. I don't want any part of it. Not after. After that night, my accident, my shattered reputation, my grizzly fate. You managed by some marvelous feat to elude my grasp. I've never since then, my soul has ate for peace. Or revenge. And until I find peace, I've all revel in my revenge. I know exactly where that engine is. And I know exactly how to get to them. Revenge or peace, I will have one or the other. And now, how in the choice is yours? Either do the right thing or don't and watch these engines suffer. Do you know who I am, little Jesus? And I do? You