A few minutes later you find yourself on the path to a familiar grassy knoll in the park—one you frequented when you first arrived. When you get to the base of the hill you notice someone, or rather some pony silhouetted against the skyline at the top. Whoever it was is demurely sitting on their haunches watching the golden aftershocks of the recently set sun. Couldn’t hurt to make new friends right? Worst case scenario they’d freak out and run away; that happened once before.