Beyond a few sparks of recognition and whispers in the streets, Neil's afternoon seemed to be going better than the disaster that had been his morning. Despite his worries, no pony approached him to ask about the article or introduce themselves. He had no idea whether that was because he had a guard escort or because the Canterlot Castle Herald's Sunday edition wasn't that popular. Not even the Sales Representatives he spoke with knew anything about him, which he was perfectly fine with.