As Ichigo regains her consciousness once again, she finds herself in a vast hilly field. On her foot are rail tracks that seems to go on way beyond what her eyes could see. She hears a loud whistling from behind, she looks back and she sees Thomas the Tank Engine moving towards her at full speed.

 His engine makes a huge roar as he comes closer, causing her hair to rise slightly with excitement. She turns around to see where exactly is she at but there are no houses or buildings in sight.
She’s surrounded by nothing but rolling grassland, the wind blows harshly against her skin but it doesn’t hurt, it tickles her and makes her feel like laughing for some reason. The whistle of Thomas the Tank Engine grows louder and louder until she can hardly hear anything over it. His large frame looms above her, towering above the ground and she finds herself reaching out for his hand so that she could climb aboard.
The second her hands touch the side of his metal body, she feels a jolt run through her entire body, as if electricity just ran down her spine. It’s then that she realizes this isn’t normal lightning, no this is something completely different, she can’t even describe what it feels like. Her heart leaps from her chest and a strange noise bubbles from deep within her, a guttural sound like a scream, or maybe even a growl.
Before she has time to process what happened, she tumbles backwards off of the truck onto the floor of its cab. She hits the hard concrete floor with a thud and she groans in pain. Her head swims, her vision blurs, as she tries to get up, before she loses consciousness once more.
A loud bang echoes throughout the entire area and when she opens her eyes, she finds that Thomas the Tank Engine is gone. There is smoke billowing from the top of his machine but that’s about all she can see; her eyes scan for any sign of Thomas but she sees only empty space.
The sudden change in scenery causes a small cry to escape her lips, as if in protest to her being awake now. Her ears ring for a while, but eventually they begin to clear up. She sits up and she takes notice of how her clothes appear dirtier than usual and how she smells musty.
Her breathing becomes faster and faster, it gets harder to focus on anything and when her vision begins to blur her hands fly up to cover her mouth. Her heart stops for a moment, she doesn’t know if she’s going to throw up or pass out. She doesn’t think she can handle seeing another person right now. Not even close.
She closes her eyes and brings her knees to her chest and curls into a ball.