Which is why this new sound attracted my attention. It was… different. Different enough to finally peel me off the couch, my silhouette still carved on the cushions. My hooves felt shaky, in part due to my newfound agoraphobia and my malnourishment, but also, because I hadn’t used them all that much lately. They were feeling in full capacity the effects of muscle atrophy, and the rest of my torso felt like it weighed a hundred tons. Another day or two on that couch, and I would’ve mutated into an immobile prop.