A dark possibility came across him as he looked up. The sun poked through the tall pines and his armour shone, the parts not still covered in ectoplasm that was. He rotated his jaw. What if… What if that bite the pony had given him… had done something to him? He started to sweat again. What if it wasn’t the momentary lapse in judgement brought on by the salve that had caused him to bite that pony. What if…