“Hey, pony, do you know where we are?” She had a vague sense of familiarity, of being here before; it was a nagging sense of deja-vu. She didn’t think she’d ever seen the room before, but her memories seemed disjointed and fickle. Whenever she tried to concentrate on something, it drifted away from her. Normally, she would have been worried about waking up somewhere this unfamiliar, but for some reason her mind didn’t seem to care particularly much.