Number 7 sat impatiently in the works. Being here day after day, stuck inside when he could see and hear how pretty it was outside was growing practically miserable, and he was constantly bored. A breeze blew by carrying the scent of flowers and summertime into the Steamworks, Number 7 groaned miserably. He wanted to see everything outside but instead he was stuck indoors with workmen constantly fiddling with his bolts and checking and rechecking every system he had. Number 7 urged to turn his wheels and rush outside and see everything he'd been hearing and smelling for months now. One of the workmen noticed him growing fussy.

"What's the matter, Sev? You look like someone's sucked the joy right out of you!"

Number 7 gave a huffy sigh, "Someone has! I'm tired of sitting here all the time, I wanna go out and pull trains like the other engines do! And see all the flowers I keep hearing about!"

"I know you do, Seven, but all in due time. You're almost finished! So you won't be sitting here doing nothing for much longer." The workman said. "I'm sure Skarloey and Rheneas will be very happy to finally meet you!"

Skarloey and Rheneas. Hearing their names again only made Number 7 fussier than before.

"Why can't I have a name?" He snapped.

"I beg your pardon?"

"I want a name! Why can't I have one? I've heard all about Skarloey and Rheneas, Peter Sam and Sir Handel, Duncan and Rusty, Duke! But I don't have one!" Number 7 whined. "All you ever call me is 7! 7,7,7! Why can't I have a real name?" Number 7 asked.

One of the other workmen chuckled a little bit at Number 7's words.

"What's so funny?" He huffed indignantly, feeling his cheeks heat up a bit.

"Oh, there's no need to get so worked up, Seven. You do have a name, we just can't tell you it."

"Why not?" Number 7 asked.

"Because," Said the first workman. "It's a surprise! For your naming ceremony coming up in a few days. We wouldn't want you getting loose lips and spoiling the surprise." Number 7 was indignant.

"I wouldn't spoil it! I can keep quiet!" And to prove his point he took in a little suck of air and held his breath.

"Now, now," the workman chuckled. "No need for that. I can see you're eager, so I'll tell you your name. But you have to promise me that you won't tell ANYBODY what it is until AFTER the naming ceremony, got it?"

"I promise! I promise!" Number 7 peeped gleefully. "Oh, please tell me, please, please, please!"

"Alright, alright, I'll tell you," The workman said. "Your name, Number 7, is Ivo Hugh."

Number 7 blinked, "Ivo Hugh?" He pondered aloud, saying the name as if it were a word in another language. "That's a funny name,"

The workman stifled a laugh, "That would be the name of the railway's foreman, Mr. Ivo Hugh. You're named in honor of him."

Number 7 blushed at once, "O-Oh, I-I meant no offense! I like the name! It's just-I've been called 7 for so long it's strange having such a different name."

"You'll soon get used to it I'm sure—" The workman said. "Now about these parts—"

Ivo Hugh began to let his mind wander, not listening to anything going on around him. He imagined rushing down long railway lines, pulling a train, and seeing all the flowers and creeks he'd heard so much about these past few months, talking to the engines he'd heard the names of, being a real engine and doing real engine jobs. He could only imagine what flowers must look like, they sounded beautiful and he was delighted at the idea of being able to see them soon. With every whimsical, wonderful thought it only grew harder and harder for him to contain his excitement. Ivo Hugh couldn't wait to be completed.