Thresh looked at the pony and nodded. "Miss Sparkle was right. If you can hoof it, the hospital isnt that far away." He shoulderd the purple pony and began to lead the way once more.<br/>"Name's Golden Harvest. Friends call me Thresh." He spoke as he opened the door. He looked back in the dark and spoke,<br/>"I suppose your going to stay here Mister Dexter? As far as i can see (which aint all that far) you might be a bit left in the dark here." Thresh nickered in amusement at his bad pun. Humor was humor. The mystery pony was a bit on the creepy side Thresh noted but he doubted the colt had any ill intentions. He stepped out into the bright light blinded for a second and gathered his bearings before plowing on ahead.<br/>" I reckon your going to want a name Mister." He stated as the pair continued down ponyville, with Thresh closely supporting the mystery pony. Thresh recieved some strange looks, no doubt ponies thinking he was a colt cuddler the way he was proping up the pony. It did look like they were more than friends, so he couldn't really blame them.<br/>"Your mark there is a rook so maybe Blackbird? or Crowley? Had a cousin named Crowley though...terrible harvester, needed me every year....Sorry bout that Mister. I tend to ramble when I get to thinking."