Are you the missing girl?

Traveling is bound to have it's mishaps. We (or mostly, I) encountered the first one on the train from Kannur to South Goa. As the train rambled from stop to stop, we were not exactly sure when we would be reaching ours, so we took turns running to the train door and hanging our heads out of the window each time to read the sign. It was my turn to check, I saw the sign for our stop and yelled back to the girls that we had arrived. As I was skwirming my way back to seat to grab my backpack I heard Megan yell, "I got your purse Nikki!"
"Thanks!" I called from the crowd of people trying to get off. By the time I got my backpack and fought my way to the door, the train had started to move. I saw Jen and Megan make a flying leap for it. And right when I was about to jump a herd of train attendees blocked the way.
"No no, too fast. Break your leg."
The train didn't seem to be moving that fast to me, so i tried to push past them but with no success. I didn't think much of it at first, but as the train picked up speed and began to whiz away, the gravity of the situation began to sink in. I had missed the stop. I was on a train, while my two friends were not. And I had no money, no identification, no passport, no ATM card, no phone. Nothing. I started to hyperventalate as I explained to the crowd forming around me the situation.
"My friends are there! I have to get off!"
"It's ok, no worry," the train attendent replyed, "you get off next stop and go back."
"I can't, my friends have my money! And I need to tell them!"
"You have mobile phone?"
"No"
"Your friends have mobile phone."
"Yes, but I don't know the number." We had bought a communal phone for emergency purposes. Unfortunetly I never memorized the number.
"Why you don't know number!" The attedent was now beginning to realize the gravity of the situation as well.
"Can you call the station to find them??" A million thoughts went through my head. I would have no way to find Jen and Megan. I would have no money to use the internet to email them. I would have to sleep at the train station then wander the streets of Goa looking for them. There's a million guest houses there, they could be at any one. What if they got on the train to find me and we passed each other. What if we never found each other and I was stranded in India forever, with no money and no passport. I could call my mom to wire me money. But I had no money to pay for the phone call. I would have to beg. And starve. Good God.
But as I sat worrying, I wasn't aware that the entire train was coming to my rescue. A man handed me a phone with a grunt.
"Hello?" I was relieved to hear Jen's voice on the other line. They had found them. Another man handed me a free return ticket. A little old Indian lady gave my 100 rupees to buy some dinner at the station.
When I arrived at the station, I was met by four police men.
"Are you the missing girl?" They seemed to know I was coming. I knodded embarrassed. They escorted me to the VIP air condidtioned waiting room and told me they would come get me when my return train arrived. Two of them guarded the door.
Two hours later after my train arrived at the station, I was escorted onto the on board. They woudln't allow me to sit near the door, afraid I would take a flying leap while it was moving again, and woke up a man with his sleeping baby and made him forfit his seat for me.
The police men asked three other men on the train to make sure I got off at the right stop this time.
At midnight I finally got back to the correct station where Jen and Megan were waiting, their feet scarred and bloody from their flying leaps off the moving train. We laughed about the situation and I have come to a new appreciation for the Indian people. And we came up with contingency plans incase this was to happen again which should prevent it being such an ordeal the next time. Megan would not take my purse, and I would memorize the mobile number.