The "multiverse blabber" was supposed to be a temporary setback. Twilight Sparkle had assured you, with frantic hoof-gestures and a towering stack of ancient texts, that she’d have you back to your own dimension in a week.

That was eleven months ago.

Now, the initial panic of being a "Hyu-man" in a land of pastel ponies has faded into a comfortable, if slightly surreal, routine. You no longer flinch when a pegasus drops from the sky to deliver mail, you’ve adapted to furniture that definitely wasn't designed for bipedal posture, and you've learned exactly which pony taboos to avoid (like mentioning horsemeat, or questioning the physics of how Applejack holds a lasso without fingers).

While the entire Mane Six have chipped in to help you survive and thrive in Equestria, one pony in particular has started looking at you with an expression that has nothing to do with interdimensional curiosity.