Sarah rose, retreating a step from the fascinated group. She wasn’t the only one who looked lost. These ponies were talking about big things, bigger than she was. It sounded like important stuff that she would never need to do anything about. For her, it was enough to know that something of Earth had clearly survived. She could cross her fingers and believe that humanity was still alive in that great big ball, and sleep better tonight. The real Sarah would be there, as immortal now as the fake one. There would be no hard feelings.