Reality came crashing back with a vengeance, as it always does. The white unicorn who'd fixed his clothes—Rarity—came in, accompanied by a blue stallion who was dragging a large trunk. At the sight of the musical notes on his hip, Dale swallowed a lump in his throat—was he going to have to sing? But Rarity spoke to him and put a hoof on his back, and he promptly departed with a smile on his face.