“Alright, so if I am reading this right…” The alicorn summoned forth not one, not two, but five magical screens full of text in a script Handy could not identify. She scrolled through them all simultaneously, yet at different speeds, pausing once or twice to reread a specific detail or another before continuing. There were what seemed to be photographic snapshots of his life from angles Handy most certainly didn’t remember there being a camera present for and, which is more disturbing, images of him with people he had no recollection of ever meeting before. Was… Was she reading ahead in his story? Was that possible? Was his fate predestined and his story already finished? Why then was he even being judged at all? Or worse, were his memories shot to hell and he was simply not remembering parts of his life? Ho—