A stroke of luck blessed her with the promise of rescue. At first, a dot by the horizon, far away onto the tracks. Soon enough, the dot turned into something more defined, and in the end, the obvious became obvious: It was a train, waiting patiently with the engine turned off. Three ponies disembarked from it when they recognized what – or rather, who the purple blotch approaching them really was. A railroad engineer, a conductor, and a chef galloped to give her assistance, flabbergasted by the princess’ lone presence at a place like this.