Sparky “hmmed” at the Repairman’s remarks on the power of the Spirit Tracks.

“Oh, I should hope so! They were built to hold this terrible demon prisoner, like chains. The Tower of Spirits is the lock- although it’s a moot point now, Zelda and I defeated the demon for good!” he tried not to preen, really, but he did have every right to be proud of his and Zelda’s accomplishment. “Anyways, the tracks provide this sort of background protective energy for New Hyrule. It’s been… a good 1500 or so years since my adventure, and we haven’t had any monsters lurking around since then. Well… actually they’re starting to crop up again, probably ‘cause the curse finally reawakened. Anyways, we actually still use the Spirit Tracks for traveling! We just had to build some additional non-magical ones to accommodate stuff I said before.”

Green quirked his head at the sight of Inky’s pet. That was a strange creature! Suddenly a yellow blur zoomed in from out of nowhere, twirling around the ghostly heroes before floating before the Toon and his pet, giving a shy wave. 

“Oh! Ah, Inky, this is Buttercup. I think she’s interested in your friend there.”

“Hello!” the yellow Luma waved.

“She’s a companion that keeps us company while we’re here, sort of like the fairies and others that accompanied us on our adventures. We adopted her from a friend some time ago.” Vio explained, since Lumas weren’t exactly native to this particular Nintendo ‘verse. 

“Hehe, hi Buttercup!” Sparky giggled. “Well, anyways Inky, this porch thing here is the original Whittleton train station. Maybe the Spirit Tracks protected it or something, because it’s not a reconstruction like the rest of Ancient Whittleton! It did have to be moved a good 20 feet from its original location though. The newer trains are wider and move much faster than the ones I drove, and since it wasn’t in service anymore it was a bit of a safety hazard having it so close to the tracks.” he explained, and then noticed a train coming towards them.

“Whoa, watch out!” he called, snatching the whirling Luma from the air and pulling her back before the train could pass them. “Be careful Buttercup!” he scolded “You’re tiny and get caught up in the airstream real easily, stay in the station, ok?”

“Eeeep!” Buttercup squeaked in alarm. Her cheeks turned even rosier at Sparky’s scolding, and she drooped slightly. “Sorry Sparky, I forgot to check…”

“Oh, wow,” the Repairman replied, impressed by this story. “That’s something…”

His thoughts were interrupted by a small yellow blur. Seeing that it was a Luma, he gave a somewhat surprised wave and an “er, hi, Buttercup…”

Cat Slime squeaked a greeting, waving with one of his “ears”.

“Huh,” the Repairman said, giving an appreciative look at the station. “I bet it would–”

His train of thought was interrupted when the actual train sped past them, causing him to spin around in a whirlwind of ink for a few seconds.

When he stopped, he was quite understandably dazed for a moment or two. His eyes were white spirals, and he had a hard time keeping his balance. Cat Slime rushed over, trying to help keep him steady. After finally straightening out, the Repairman saw that his siren light was blinking. And felt his hammerspace was a lot lighter.

He looked towards the train as it chuffed away. His cart apparently got snagged onto the side. Miraculously, the toolboxes were still hanging onto it, but unfortunately, the blue one was still open…

Ugh.

“Oh, really?” he said, exasperated. “Just when I got another job, too…”