The weekends back in Berry when she was in the First PD may have been inconsistently scheduled, and their contents unplanned and spontaneous, but they worked. It wasn't ideal, but she was happy. He seemed happy, too. This time, Artemis had come up with a plan for each of them and a way to satisfy all of their needs, or so she’d thought: hers, to stay in the Guard, a job which she genuinely enjoyed, and to be with her Puddin' at the same time. His, to have meaningful work in a safe, terrestrial environment and, she thought, to be with his 'Sparks.' He'd agreed to the scheme, too -- or, at least, never expressed any doubts. Surely not every mare had the same trouble with their own colt?