The train barely shudders as it runs over the girl; that many tons on that many wheels make a joke of her bones. The conductor never brakes. Must not have been looking.

Whiplash catches her fluttering bonnet and snarls with anticipation. Now. Now! After all these tries he’s finally poured out the libation of virgin’s blood on the gravel, and–wait–the outline of a man like a bull, glowing brighter–

“Lord Unipakiphykos!” he cries over the train’s thunder. “At last, at last, manifest by my sacrifice!”

And you will be rewarded, loyal Snidely, roars the Rail God in his mind.