He was right every time until he wasn’t and by then it was too late. The signals were caught and the trains got close then too close then so close he was in between them and there was where he was destined to stay. The trains screamed as it happened, their brakes biting into iron and slowing their carriages as much as they could but by the time it was too late it was, well, too late and our signalman found himself pinched and covered almost entirely in pain. His head above the rent iron but t...