Now she was in a house, one that a bunch of ponies lived in. It was hard for her to know how many of them there were, even though they were all different colors and some of them were unicorns and some of them weren’t. There seemed to be a constant parade of them, coming into her room and out of it, plus others she saw sometimes, elsewhere in the house. The light blue unicorn with the purple mane who brought her food sometimes, or the pink one with curly hair and a star on her butt. There was a light green one that always seemed to be with Rorschach—she was sure that was his name—and once in a while she’d seen an ivory colored pony with her.