“We’ve got bigger concerns!” the superior officer shouted. More crashes – how many of these ponies are there? Handy suddenly felt cold, and his heart raced. Oh God, how hard did she hit him? He felt unconsciousness calling and he tried to fight it. At the least he was getting a concussion out of this. The rational part of his mind was pulling a God-damn coup and was running on overtime to get Handy to think logically and stay awake. He felt so cold, breath left his mouth, and he could see the ice crystals form in a mist as his warm breath met the cold air. The pony’s did too. Oh what irony. And it was such a humid night too…