He took extra precaution on the way back. The stones of the street were now slick with rain, and there were still guards about after all. Still, most of his work was done now, so he could afford to be patient. Tomorrow night was show time and all he had to do was little touch-ups and be sure nothing went too far. There was always a degree of unpredictability that couldn’t be accounted for, but one had to make do. Once safely back in the Neighson house, he double checked the front foyer, just in case. Yes, he could see it now. The foals would shuffle in; he would pop out of the crawlspace, as quiet as you like, his sable cloak helping him blend into the darkness as he relocked the front door and window before closing over the door to the main room, locking the ponies inside, thus, forcing them out the side door when it came to it.