She was lying on her back, and it didn’t take much of a leap of intellect to discern where she was—although she had visited the Ponyville Hospital less frequently than some other ponies, the lumpy institutional mattress and one-size-fits-all johnny were dead giveaways. Lyra noticed to her distaste that she was now sporting a cannon-band with her first initial and most of her last name printed on it. To the vast medical bureaucracy, she was now “L Heartstri,” although of course everypony who worked in the hospital knew her actual name.