“Stop it,” he snarled under his breath, trying hard to suppress his thoughts. But he couldn’t, not when he had opened the door he had kept quietly shut since the very morning after he had made his transformation. It had haunted the back of his mind ever since he was on his hands and knees, retching up his guts not twenty metres from where the Equestrian Express had stopped to refill its water tanks. Every day since then, he had been slowly, but surely, pressing down on this thought.