Okay. This was all okay. He was dreaming, clearly. Truth be told, dreaming of a technicolor dreamscape populated by ponies was one of the least troubling of his dreams as of late. John Watson, an off-white Earth pony with a sandy mane wasn't sure what to make of this place yet. It wasn't threaten-

He was too busy staring around to pay any mind to where he was walking. Unfortunately, this meant he didn't see the manhole - ponyhole? - cover sitting to one side before he went half plummeting into the gaping entry.

"Bloody-!" It was going to be one of those sorts of dreams. He was sure there was a metaphor in here his therapist would love to get at if he ever talked to her again.