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My eyes met those of a unicorn mare as I gasped, feeling a woolen blanket underneath me. My legputer and jacket were missing, and as I looked around… grassy hills and trees stretched out as far as the eye could see, a few ponies playing down by the shore of a lake. The mare beside me brushed her hoof against mine, a faint look of surprise poking through her gentle smile, the breeze blowing her lime-green mane around. “Oh, dear, what is it with Twinnie’s family and getting caught in explosions. At least I can’t scold you for doing something like climbing into a fridge to escape it.” She let off a light chuckle, myself only managing to blink in response. Where the hell am I… the unicorn levitated up an old bottle of Sparkle-Cola, moving it to my hoof. “Here, probably would want this. Isn’t as big as those other bottles, but if you’re anything like your father… shame I wasn’t around to see you grow up for myself, Night Strike.”