The streets were empty. The windows were darkened. Luna's night sky was out in all its brilliance. The quiet journey home was the perfect opportunity for the last remaining worry, the last remaining doubt of the day to worm its way out of the back of her skull and fill her mind, reminding her that, after an exhaustive registry search, a frustrating discussion with a coworker, and a visit to the local cartographer, she had learned a rather worrisome fact, one that threatened to cast into doubt everything that a certain little colt had told her.