Nikki: *Still writing her letter*
Conductor: *Walking towards Nikki* Excuse me miss, are you one of the passengers for the train heading to Chicagoat?
Nikki: Yes sir.
Conductor: Then you better get back on board. The engines have been repaired, and this train will leave soon.
Nikki: Thank you. *Gets on train. She sits down on a seat, then continues writing her letter*

There are two ponies that repair track, and locomotives that I know. Their names are Percy, and Jeff. Percy is nice, but Jeff is always switching up his personality. One day he's nice, and the next day, he's mean.

Percy: *Sweating as he hammers a spike into a rail*
Jeff: Percy, you seem to be tired.
Percy: I am tired, but I don't have any water.
Jeff: Take some of mine. *Gives water to Percy*
Percy: Oh thanks Jeff. *Drinks water* That's really nice of you.

Next day.

Jeff: *Walking towards the yards*
Pete: Jeff, I need you to-
Jeff: Repair engine 4013, I know. You told me yesterday.
Pete: I just wanted to make sure you remembered.
Jeff: What, you think I'm an idiot or something?
Pete: Take it easy.
Jeff: Well you're wrong. *Walks away*
Percy: Good morning Jeffrey.
Jeff: Shut up. *Pushes Percy into garbage can*
Percy: *Finds a one hundred dollar bill* Who would throw money away? Oh well, finders keepers.

Coffee Crème is my best friend. We went to high school together, and seeing her here makes me happy. I met her once when I brought a train into their yards. I met her while turning my engine on the turntable.

Coffee Creme: *Looking at engine, then notices Nikki* Nikki!! *Hugs Nikki*
Nikki: *Hugging back* Good to see you again after all these years.
Coffee Creme: When did you start working for this railway?
Nikki: I don't work here, I work for the Southern Pacific.
Coffee Creme: Oh.
Nikki: But don't worry, I'll be bringing in a lot of trains for y'all. How's Honey Bee? I haven't seen her since she moved out of our neighborhood.
Coffee Creme: She's dead.
Nikki: What?
Coffee Creme: Somepony crashed into her train three years ago.
Nikki: Aw, that's a shame. But, what can you expect from railroading? *Gets back in engine* Make you sure you don't crash now, you hear?
Coffee Creme: Just get your engine off that turntable so I can turn my engines around.
Nikki: I'm on it. *Drives off turntable*
Coffee Creme: *Sighs* Great to see her again. If only she worked on the Union Pacific.

Metal Gloss is another female engineer. She loves steam engines more than any other pony I know.

Percy: *Putting oil on the valve gear of a challenger*
Metal Gloss: *Arrives* You're doing a really nice job.
Percy: Thank you. Pete told me you were going to use this engine to get a freight train up Sherman Hill.
Metal Gloss: That's right. These challengers are nice, but I want to drive a Big boy. Those engines are the largest steam engines in the world.
Percy: Maybe tomorrow.
Metal Gloss: Yeah maybe.

And last, but not least, there's Pete. He's the head honcho for this section of the Union Pacific, and does his job well.

Pete: *Signing papers in his office, then hears his phone, and answers the call* Hello?
Orion: *Sings* Praise the lord, and pass the ammunition. Praise the lord, and pass the ammunition.
Pete: Either you sing a good song, or don't sing at all. *Hangs up*
Hawkeye: *Knocks on door*
Pete: Who is it?
Hawkeye: It's me. Let me in.
Pete: No. I have over two hundred papers to sign. *Hears phone ringing, and answers it* What?
Business: This is the car dealership at Omaha. I need twenty new Foalsmobiles, and Studebakers by Friday.
Pete: I'll get them to you. *Hangs up, but the phone rings again. He picks it up* Yes?
Orion: How about I sing a song by the Andrew Sisters?
Pete: *Getting angry* How about you go bother somepony else?! *Hangs up*
Hawkeye: Now may I come in?
Pete: Yeah, whatever.
Hawkeye: *Enters the office*
Pete: *Hears phone ringing again*
Hawkeye: Out?
Pete: Out.
Hawkeye: *Leaves the office*
Pete: *Answers phone* Orion, you stop singing those songs of yours, or you'll never get fired!
Mom: Peter! Don't talk like that to your mother!
Pete: Mom? How did you get this number?

Everypony here enjoys working here. Except Gordon, and Orion.

Conductor: All aboard!
Nikki: *Finishes writing the letter*

Write back to me as soon as you can.

Your loving sister, Nikki.

The brown earth pony stared out of the window, as her train leaves the station.

The End

On the next episode of Ponies On The Rails

The year is 1957.