The instant King Dragon turns away, Coleman's in action. "Wolf! Stoke the boiler!" "No, you can't cartwheel on top or you'll be flattened when we hit that wall!" "Fine, [i]Caranadir[/i] then! Doesn't matter! Grab Ailee, we're leaving!" This crew is a [i]mess[/i]. No wonder Mister Conagher always insisted on people doing what they're told the instant they're told, because if this is the result... Still, it feels good to know what he's doing again. He may not know how to handle angels or kings, but charting a course is in his blood. And so long as he's giving orders and clearing the path, he can avoid thinking about it. [i]And the coal shall crumble, and the boilers burst, and the Primeval Engine shall wake to reclaim her gifts...[/i] The Last Call. The one last heroic ride to take people where they needed, one last time once things had gotten too bad to do it safely. Without this station, sucking up the mishaps, it's only a matter of time. Piloting a train through the Heart is already dancing on a knife's edge, and doing so while contending with mechanical defects and unpredictable misfortions? There's a part of him that desperately wishes to rebel against the very notion. He and Sasha have gotten so far, and now they won't even get to enjoy the full life of service they deserve? Impossible. So it's anger that pushes him into the cabin, slams the door shut, and points Sasha-- somewhere. He doesn't even have a plan, but with King Dragon distracted and beams crumbling around them, this is the only chance they'll have to escape. See, this station has absorbed bad luck for years, but it's never destroyed it. Any second now, centuries' worth of bad luck is going to explode from this point like water through a crumbling dam, and their only hope is to run before it, somehow dance on top of the wave, if they're to survive. [14 on Clear a Path.]