Late in the evening, Tepic was running at top speed along the tracks, heading for the Circus Tent. As he passed the Dyeworks, he screeched to a halt….. where the Steamworks had been was an empty space, except for small piles of rubble! He was astonished, what could have happened to the Works, it was…. big….. solid…. errrr….. not there!
Stunned, the boy walked forward, by habit skirting the outline of the vanished building. Then he saw it, standing proud and menacing in the centre of the empty space, one of the old wild trams, green and gold livery gleaming in the gaslight.
He had heard that Mr Holmes’s pet tram had gone missing a few days before, could this be Georgie? He crept closer, well remembering the fearsome nature of these transports of delight, eventually standing before it, though not too close.
Was it Georgie? He was not sure, this tram had a vibrancy about it that the one in the yard had never had, a feeling of danger and terror. He stepped forward, hoping to get close enough to determine if it was, but the tram shook slightly, as if preparing to suge forward, and seemed to turn towards him.
Tepic fled to the corner and hid behind the wall, peeping back to see if he should keep running. The tram had settled back, and he felt it was no longer looking at him directly but just keeping a watchful eye on him.
Could it be that the tram had demolished the Steamworks? And if so, why? Strange indeed, thought Tepic, as he sidled quietly away….