"Do you see it? Is it here?" he asked, trying to hide the desperation in his voice. The unicorn blood made him utterly silent unless he wanted to be heard; unnoticeable unless he was being foolish or wanted to be noticed. It allowed him to see beyond sight at the thin, infinitesimal, ethereal threads and waves that connected the world, like the harp strings of some heavenly instrument. It had taken him a while to realise that what he had seen was magic itself, and he had no idea what to feel about that. For all the good that did him, he was still trapped on the waterfront and the ponies would be closing in soon. He would have to sacrifice Thunder and all the questions the pony could answer if he wanted to slip by unmolested. He should be able to distract the ponies long enough for him to figure something out.