‘Okay, what was that about?’ Joachim asked himself. Dredging his memory, the pony only vaguely registered. There were a lot of pink ponies in this town, he reasoned. He eventually detached from the wall and walked about town, keeping a careful eye on the sky. “Weird,” he said at last, dismissing the notion out of claw before carrying on, “I wonder if I can make it back to the stall in time bef— Oof!”