In the absence of the droning showerhead, sounds of the night greet you from the empty street outside your window. Crickets were the only thing that dared disturb the peaceful town at this time of night. A familiar tune comes to mind and you start humming with your thoughts as best you could. After a year immersed in another world you rarely reminisced, but music was something that always stuck with you. The bathroom door hastily opens and a soaking wet Rainbow stumbles out, tripping over her hooves and bumping into the hallway wall.