My eyes float to the corner of my house, set beside the fireplace, dedicated to the items that got yanked along with me when Twilight biffed her experiment. Raised in a rural American household that bled soldiers, after my tours, I had a penchant for spending my time in the woods, alone. When whatever happened to me did happen, it was during one of my Hunting trips. Rarity was able to style a few more choices of clothing for me based on what I arrived in, though she didn't like my deviation from style, aiming for comfort and durability. Still have that one suit she made me take, though. Doubt it would get any use. Mostly, the pile was the stuff I didn't need at every moment, like my binoculars, survival gear, backpack, tent, so on.