Almost a week after the incident in the hospital, Titus found himself sitting at a table of one of the fancier restaurants in Ponyville. That honestly wasn’t saying that much, since this itty-bitty town had no more than five restaurants—two of them being pizza joints that, for some reason, were right next to each other—but even the place was nice enough that the young man had felt obligated to wear a dress shirt. On the other side of the table were his two favorite medical professionals, Coldheart and Redheart.