She was now walking through the dreams of the ponies of a small harbour town in the shadow of a mountain. The disturbance had originated here, so she decided to investigate. What she found was the usual affair: pleasant dreams, dreams with no meaning, dreams of things lost and ambitions sought, of fears, follies, and victories. However, there was nothing that would be considered wrong or out of place. Everything was in harmony in the town of Spurbay.