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Darius and I inched our way out of the dining car onto a narrow walkway that led to the cab.
It was so tight we had to press our bodies against the train’s cold steel black frame. The flying sparks and fire were only a few feet away. I broke into a sweat.
“You sure no one’s driving this thing?” Darius shouted.
I tucked my head against the wall of the train as sparks landed near my face.
“No idea,” I said. “But we've got to get to the cab, see if we can stop this thing.”
The train picked up speed and I hugged the wall.
I reached the cab.
“Here goes!” I said, climbing in.
A whoosh of heat almost made me stumble back.
The inside of the cab was bigger than it looked.
The engine beat furiously, purple fire raging inside.
A cluster of voices whispered along the walls. At first, it
