He lost sight of her when he pulled the hospital johnny over his head, but when the fabric cleared his vision, he saw that she was still there, her eye now fully open. If she'd stayed back a few dozen feet, I'd have never seen her, and she could have watched as long as she wanted, he thought. For a moment, a feeling of agoraphobia washed over him—what if there were other ponies further back? What if there were hundreds? He shook his head. That was unlikely; he'd noticed that there were more guards now, and they'd probably move to disperse a crowd. If she really was the gardener, they would have let her through.