One man tried tossing his jacket over it, but the puppy slipped free in an instant, barking louder now, almost like it was warning them off. “Block the sides!” the station master shouted. Two of the workers crouched low, arms spread, trying to close in from both directions. The puppy twisted again, baring tiny teeth, eyes wide with panic.
“It’s like it doesn’t want to leave the track,” Ethan said, breathless, watching the blur of motion. The station master lowered his hands, frowning. “And with the noise, the heat… it probably doesn’t even know which way’s out.”