THe year is 1868 and two battered freight trains lay sprawled along the railway tracks in a tangled, twisted, mass. Standing on a low hill staring at the wreckage is a tall, young man, who was born in Central Bridge in New York in 1846. George Westinghouse is his name, and he's talking to his father about how this is the fifth railroad wreck they've had in two years. The problem the train drivers have, is that there are no brakes in the cab - and that's something George has been hoping to remedy...