Speedo had Allie strapped to the very front of the train, facing forward, and Milos allowed it.

“I was thinking something a little more comfortable,” Milos said. “But this will do just fine.”

“I am not a figurehead on a ship!” insisted Allie.

“Today you are,” Milos told her calmly. “You took away Mary from her children. They would prefer that you were tied in a bag, and sent to the center of the earth, but I told them no. I told them that we must show you compassion, the way Mary would. Hate me all you want, but I just saved you.”

“Forgive me if I don’t thank you,” Allie snapped.

Then Milos got close to her, and said, “I can forgive you for everything … except for taking her away from me. I will not forgive you for that.”

Then he went to tend to Mary’s masses, leaving Allie lashed to the front of the train, with a better view than anyone else of the path ahead.

The train had come to the end of its tracks as it reached the river. It could go no farther, for the trestle that ran down the center of the Union Avenue Bridge was very much a part of the living world. There were no Everlost bridges that crossed the mighty Mississippi.

The train waited as Moose, Squirrel, and Jackin’ Jill arrived and came on board.

“You must be Allie the Outcast,” Jill said, as she passed the front of the train. Then, glancing casually at the way Allie was all trussed up, she said, “Cute.”

Allie suspected what was about to happen, but wanted to believe that it wouldn’t. She held on to that hope until she saw and heard the explosions.

The first detonations took out the bridge’s eastern tower, then its western tower blew just a few seconds later. Girders tore apart like confetti and flew in all directions. The rail trestle gave way, the traffic lanes collapsed, and the entire bridge plunged into the river, taking dozens of cars with it.

As Allie watched, wailing in the anguish of this terrible scene, the thoughts that she had dug out of Mary’s mind came back to her.

Some will be sent into the light before this day is done, but their sacrifice will pave the way for the many thousands we will save.

Thousands, Mary had thought. And even then, that’s only a start.

And so the bridge came down, killing all those who were on it … but out of the smoke of its destruction, a memory of the bridge materialized, as solid and as real as anything else in Everlost. The Union Avenue Bridge had crossed into their world.

Although the wind would not allow anyone to cross the Mississippi by foot, by boat, or even by airship, a steam engine could beat that wind. All it needed were tracks.