He reached out with his auspex, the effort straining him in his condition and forcing him to sit down. No, nobody was in the air above them. If there were pegasi, none of them happened to be flying. The train car was mostly empty. Was every single one of those signatures a guard? He couldn't tell from here; he had to see. He shimmied over to the window, causing the mare across from him to glance up once at the movement before turning back to her book. He gently lifted the blinds by a sliver to spy on some of the ponies outside. No, none of them looked like soldiers. One or two had conductor uniforms, and at least one was covered in soot and dirt, likely a guy who worked on the engine. The rest were just normal-looking ponies. There was even what appeared to be a family with several kids. He released the blinds, caught up in this bizarre reality. There was no way he had gotten away scot free after being conked out for three days. What happened?