Confused, Titus allowed himself to be lead inside of the house and up the steps into the bedroom he had been sharing with his mares for the last week or so. Upon entering it, he saw that it was pretty much as he had left it that morning. The bed was made, the little table while he and the girls kept their toothbrushes, combs, and all of the other knick-knacks that they used in the mornings, their bathroom mirror even still had that smudge on it even though Titus swore that he had wiped that away. The only change in the room, it seemed, was sitting next to the window, leaning over a small table that hadn’t been there this morning; a doctor Redheart.