Big Macintosh had finally decided to trade in his yoke for a new one. The day didn't hassle him much compared to the time he went to the Summer Wrap-Up festival. He proceeded to head home to rest up for his chores tomorrow. On the way there however, he spots two ponies who had stoic expressions and oddly looked alike. He could tell that they weren't from around here because of their constant arguing and mindless walking. Big Mac thought of himself as a gentleman, and besides, it was the end of the day, so all he needs to do is help these two out and he'd be on his way.

"Was annoyed, is annoyed, will be annoyed. Wherever we are in time, I'm sure that this stallion would have still been hindered from ending his day."
"Ah, but at least he wouldn't have been annoyed at us."
"Well, look on the bright side, at least we aren't the version of us that ended up being annoyed is us."
"You know that we don't have time for this."
"Funny, I thought we have all the time we need. Still, I don't want to keep phasing in and out of this trade fair, it's tiring my legs, let's just ask him for directions already."