A sudden, stabbing pain erupted in Handy’s neck as his body began spasming. He could only see the flicking ear of the pony in his vision as a strange sensation clouded his mind. It dulled the pain, and he felt his heart rate slow… almost… lethargic… He felt sleepy… The pressure on his neck intensified… something was leaving him, something important, but he couldn’t… focus…. The pony pushed herself up; there was blood on her muzzle that she wiped away. He blinked rapidly, trying to force himself to stay awake.