As luck had it. The priest had entered the next carriage with the driver. 

Dale took to her heels chasing the train, pushed the door, with all ounce of energy she had left. 

The train moved faster as time went on. Dale was forced to increase her pace, trying to slide open the door yet the door remained stiff. 

Dale was now running at top speed, the coat had fallen off, her feet hurt from hot rail still and rough edged gravel, but it was obviously not the right time to relent. 

The golden opportunity she had well planned was now easing away without a benefit.

The rattling sound the...