Jim Butcher makes a running charge for Arin pushing her from the train with force. Arin tumbles over the side, but successfully grabs the side railing. She hangs on tightly as Jim then jumps from the roof top tumbling as he lands on the ground.

HELP ME!

(hanging from the side of the crocodile engine near the rear cabin door)

Um, maybe we shouldn't. Jim are you okay? Should we all be juping off?

Wheeee! Cassandra's Crossing dead ahead!

I'd like to push Arin off the engine, and then jump off after. I suggest the rest of you follow, unless you want to join Bulldog...

Perhaps when we're OUT of the tunnel?

Um, maybe we shouldn't. Jim are you okay? Should we all be juping off?

*Yells back to the engine* Yes, unless you want to fall into the ravine.

Perhaps when we're OUT of the tunnel?

I can't hear you! This open air doesn't have the same echo as the tunnel!

HELP HELP!!! I've fallen and I can't get up! Dammit Jim! You could have hit me a little harder and been successful. Someone help me!

*Leaps and lands, unharmed, on the ground*

I REALLY don't wanna be on that train right now...

I'll help you Arin!

HELP HELP!!! I've fallen and I can't get up! Dammit Jim! You could have hit me a little harder and been successful. Someone help me!

*throws underwear at Arin*

As the Mayor attempts to pull Arin up from the side of the train, a pair of skid-marked underwear flies from the roof landing on her face...

*Herman attempts to help Arin up with his hands instead of his underpants*

I thought the wedgie-proof fabric I use would be sufficient elasticity to safe a buxom woman, but I guess not...

Hey, what other town council members do we know off. We need to throw one in front of the train to slow our progress!

Is Jim Butcher or whoever tried to push Arin off dead or what? Anybody know?

HERMAN, GROSS! Stop being gross and help. Why the hell do you still have your dirty underwear anyway?

Mayor, we should get married after you save me. I feel like I knew you intimately in a past life.

Mayor, we should get married after you save me. I feel like I knew you intimately in a past life.

*glances over at Mark* You know, I think you were married to her, but she was more interested in another Dickie...

*shoots the Mayor and tosses him off the train* What? He's a mob killer! Trust me on this.

I have an idea! Seeing as Herman seems to have an unlimited supply of underwear, maybe we could use some pairs to put on and in front of the wheels to create friction and slow the train down. Actually, seeing as we're heading to Cassandra Crossing anyways, forget it. I'm jumping. And I'm in the cab so I don't have as far to jump so there is no way I can get hurt.

I suggest everyone else follows me jumping.

I thought this was the conclusion?

*Leaps and lands, unharmed, on the ground*

I REALLY don't wanna be on that train right now...

Welcome to the club, Pete. It's nice to see that I won't be the only one living for a while longer. Maybe if Arin had actually jumped off, we could have interrogated her. Oh well, I guess she's better off at the bottom of the ravine where she can't cause any more trouble.

Is Jim Butcher or whoever tried to push Arin off dead or what? Anybody know?

Let me check...

Max flings the cabin door open and jumps off the train in fear!

Steve jumps in his seat to help steer the train.

Hey! why is this seat so warm?

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!

(as he roles into the forest underbrush)

Herman and the Mayor are able to pull Arin up from the side of the croc.

Grease confronts the Mayor who disregards his trigger happy finger gesture.

Are you okay Arin? Here, you guys help this lady.

(gives Schmelt and Grease the "evil eye")

The train continues rolling quickly down the track!

Brakes continues to work in the rear cabin trying everything he can to slow it down. (if he would just get his nose out of the Reviewers Academy long enough to fix the train)

Arin can't be the sabateur! She told us she wasn't.

Arin can't be the sabateur! She told us she wasn't.

Yeah, you're kinda missin' something there. Y'know, the little, tiny fact that she could have LIED?

*Shakes head in disgust at Herman's saaaaad intelligence levels*

Guys, how about we all try hanging off the engine and trying to stop it by braking it with our shoes? If it doesn't work, it sure would be dramatic!

*Mark takes a dramatic stance at the back of the ship train.*

Tumble up you ungentlemanly lubbers, get back to yer' posts! I won't have any slackers on my ship! We shall see this through to the end, you swabs! Or do you want to feel a touch f the cat?

*Mark pulls out a cat-o-ninetails, and swishes it overhead*

All will work out fine, we still have my lucky dice.

Ah, with people jumping out and dying left and right, I need a roll call. Who do we have left aboard the train?

Me, Arin and Lorraine. Herman, Greaseman, Mark Williams, the Mayor and Steve. Brakes, Jeb? That's ten of us. Who else?

If this train is really bound for Cassandra's Crossing, I'd love to know who I get the honor of dying with.

You can die with me and Arin. 3 girls together Oh yeah, sister! *Punches air*

Ahem, yeah, whatever.

*Scuffs shoes together*

If this train is really bound for Cassandra's Crossing, I'd love to know who I get the honor of dying with.

We shall go down together my fair princess!

*Mark sweeps Sandy up with one arm and points to the horizon with his other hand*

There be our destination my lovely! Onwards, fearlessly to death if that may be our course. Onwards!

Can I come too? I've no one left in the world, and I've become rather fond of you, Eleanor...

And you too, Mark, with your funniness and D&D references

Whilst we hurtle towards certain death, would any remaining Town Council members care to explain who the dead woman was, who Elizabeth Rose Thornton was, who the dead people in the mill were, why you wanted to keep her from leaving, who the train saboteur was aboard the EE, and what was the purpose of stranding us in Willoughby in the first place? Come on, it will pass the last few seconds we have in this world. Anyone?

I guess I didn't want to do this... but since it looks as if we're all heading to the great beyond anyway...

*Schmelt reaches into his chef's hat and pulls out a knife*

Don't panic! *Schmelt pulls an apple out of the hat and starts peeling it*

I hate to die on an empty stomach. And I'm not sharing!

Jim, it's our responsibility to get the Emerald back to LA. I was hoping the other LRTS staff would come too, but it seems they won't. So Pete, would you like to become an employee of LRTS? We'll have to walk back to town, but I think we might have enough resources to build a wood burning engine onto the hand cart. If we take the handcart to the mainline brick by brick and build the engine onto it, we might be able to pull the Emerald to its destination.

Jim, it's our responsibility to get the Emerald back to LA. I was hoping the other LRTS staff would come too, but it seems they won't. So Pete, would you like to become an employee of LRTS? We'll have to walk back to town, but I think we might have enough resources to build a wood burning engine onto the hand cart. If we take the handcart to the mainline brick by brick and build the engine onto it, we might be able to pull the Emerald to its destination.

Wait, did I miss something? Did the train safely stop? how are you going to walk back?

Oh and I don't trust pete. I'd rather die here then get stabbed in the back...