His stomach suddenly turned, and he willed it to calm down by the thought of having to use their horribly public bathroom again.  It was something he knew he’d have to get used to, but the longer it took the happier he’d be.  Best not to dwell on the fish.  Instead, he looked back down at the street, watching as a purple horned pony made its way towards the hospital.  While its coloration was no stranger than any other pony, the fact that it was carrying a passenger was kind of remarkable.  Without his glasses he could hardly tell what it was, but it appeared to be sitting upright on the pony’s back.  It might have been a dog, or maybe a small purple ape.  Whatever it was, it didn’t seem perturbed that its mount was floating a scroll before them, apparently reading while it walked.