XXXV“Let's try and break down the door,” said Finn. “We have to stop him.”
He set about barging into the door with his shoulder. It gave a little but held. From outside he could hear the thunder of a steam engine turning at high speed. There were shouts, words he couldn't make out, then a scraping sound. The engine roared even louder, sounding like it was being pushed to its limits. Then the sound dropped away sharply to be replaced by a low thrum. Finn stood unmoving, looking into Diane's eyes while they both listened.
“What's going on?” she said.
“I don't know. I don't understand.”
They tried again to barge down the door, hitting it together. It refused to budge. After several minutes of trying, Finn sank to the ground. The door was solid. He looked around. The steel rams he recalled
