Rusty and Duncan struggled up the old wooden bridge with their long train, more fire was eating its way up the support beams, the smoke slithering up between the decaying wood, and the fire on the trees in the hills and mountains were taking them from above. The two engines slipped and quarter-slipped up the grade as the sound of wooden beams breaking and falling began to increase; it caused even the coaches behind them to silently start crying along with the parents and children. "Please, Lady,I'm begging you" Rusty began, "we've already lost so much and-" he was cut off by a Scottish accent, "We can't lose what little we have left. All the families, all the trees and animals and trucks and workmen and vehicles who couldn't escape the flames, so please, please, allow me to save those I can from the fate of those less fortunate", and Duncan blew his whistle, Rusty his horn, and they sent their prayer into the heavens. Nothing happened, and for a second all lost hope, until Duncan's steam pressure shot upward, and with a mighty blast of his whistle, he surged forward blasting steam in all directions, and as he did the smoke divided like a giant snowplow was run through it, and the engines marched their train across the bridge before the smoke closed behind them and the bridge was engulfed in tall, white-hot flames, and the duo, guided by Lady and the spirits of the narrow gauge down to Crovan's Gate.