“I don’t know,” Bright Star admitted. It had seemed easy enough to get there when viewed from the inn—the hospital was one of the more substantial buildings in Ponyville, and could easily be seen over the cluster of houses and shops around the center of town. No road led straight there, though; houses had been built wherever there had been space with no thought of urban planning. Naturally, none of the roads or alleyways had names—or if they did, the Ponyvilleans assumed that everypony would know them, and didn’t bother with signs. “I think it’s that way. But maybe we better ask somepony.”