Lucky couldn’t help noticing the “us.” She whimpered at the criticism, but didn’t look away. It was all deserved. “I don’t know… how to explain, Mom. Except… when you come with me, you might see. Where I came from is… different from anywhere you’ve seen before.” She lowered her voice. “Mom, there’s a whole country out there. A place filled with ponies, all dead. I don’t know how many…” She was crying again. How had that happened?