Rolling over, you cracked an eye and spied the violet-eyed Changeling that had been assigned to you. Oh right, that shit happened yesterday. You'd sort of been hoping the whole thing was a nightmare and that you were still in Canterlot. Or even falling into Pastel-Pony-Playland, trademarked, would be a dream in and of itself and you'd awaken in your home to find you fell asleep watching cartoons and porn at the same time again.