“No, I mean really. We wouldn’t have. I would never have… I mean, my wife and child. I’d never have them; little Ruby would never have been born.” Handy didn’t know how to respond to that, so he didn’t. They both stood there in the quiet of the day, listening to the crowd as they chatted and laughed and mingled around them. Handy looked up and observed the pegasi lazily meandering in the sky above.