Someone cleared their throat from behind him. An unfamiliar pony pushed gently through the crowd. She was the same yellow and blue as several in the room, with one significant difference. She was an Alicorn. The second Sarah had met now. About the size of Flurry Heart, but she wore a little vest and flashes of light appeared dancing across her eyes every few moments. Contacts? “Forerunner told me,” she said, stepping up beside Martin and staring at the projection. “This is… You actually did it.”