He turned toward one of the platform attendants. “Call animal control. Tell them it’s urgent.” The worker nodded and sprinted off. The others stepped back, defeated, as the puppy stood panting on the rails; chest heaving, tail rigid, eyes darting between them all. Ethan watched it, heart pounding, sweat sticking his shirt to his back.
“Come on, little guy,” he whispered under his breath. “Just hold on a bit longer.” Within fifteen minutes, a white van pulled up at the far end of the station. The side doors opened, revealing two officers in khaki uniforms with long poles, nets, and a transport crate. They moved with quiet precision, whispering to each other as they approached the tracks.