The first thing he noticed was a green pegasus perched on the lifting beam of the building across the street. Her stance was almost bird-like, and she looked vaguely familiar. He churned through all the different ponies he’d met until he placed her at the hospital, along with the timid pegasus that had later offered him a dead woodchuck. He was pretty sure she lived in the house on the next street over—he’d seen a pony that looked just like her through the back window several times. It was funny how she kept turning up. He gave her a wave, which she returned enthusiastically, and he looked back to the street.