We'd barely made it inside the rear carriage before the Doom Train started braking again. And as soon as the Conductor came to his senses, he began using the vertical poles to launch himself along the passage.
I followed closely behind to ensure he didn't try to tear Asher a new one because the furious look on his makeup smeared face told me he was about to do just that. The gangway connecting the two carriages was dark and dingy, a porch that seemed like no one had given it a clean in years. I did everything in my power to avoid touching the walls, even when the turning train made that possibility all too likely.
Cali stood up, her gaze going from the bloody skeleton that was our Conductor to me, slightly unkempt-looking from all the heroics. A brief smile flickered over my lips, but it quickly became a thin line when the Conductor dragged Asher out of his seat.
'You're welcome.' Asher cried.
