“Oh, silly.” She waved a hoof. “That’s not important. It’s where we’re going that matters.” She bounced off along the path towards the side of the stage where Handy had, back when sanity once ruled his world, planned on making a neat exit into the anonymity of the crowd. Now that the speeches seemed to be finished and the crowd was meandering to and fro, he was left with little chance of capitalizing on the main distraction to keep himself from being unnoticed, especially not with the pink pony waiting patiently for him at the stage side. He looked behind and above him, just in case any more mystically appearing ponies popped out of thin air or something. He hooked his hammer, turned, and walked the opposite way.