“JESUS CHRIST!” Handy backed up and drew his hammer out in a flash in raw shock as Pinkie Pie popped out of the window of the station beside him, hanging upside down from her side and swinging in front of Handy’s face, hoof to his nose, a wide smile plastered on her frizzy-maned head. She dropped down with a skipping twirl. Handy wasn’t even sure how she did that, but that nonsense was succeeded by the pink pony doing a little happy hoofy dance in the snow and blocking his escape.