The junkyard. Starla. It all suddenly flashes back to me as the pain evaporates at once, and I can see again. I'm inside the interior of a Caprice, standing over a center console, looking down at what I should be working on. Starla continues to gently pat me with a hoof, as she's now standing inside the car with me, albeit on the passenger side from what I can see of her hooves. Looking up for the first time since... who knows, Starla's wide-eyed expression tells me all I need to know.