The older puppy gave a soft, broken whimper and nudged the smaller one’s head, as if reminding them what really mattered. Ethan exhaled shakily and looked toward the others. “We need to get him out. Now.” The animal control officers were already running, their equipment clattering at their sides.
One jumped down beside him, the other called up to the platform, “Clear the line! Nobody moves a train until we’re done!” Ethan knelt beside the trembling dog, holding his hands up to show he meant no harm. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “We’re going to help your brother.”