When Lyra snuggles into Brandon he was surprised at how soft and warm she felt to the touch. Softer than anything he ever felt before and not matter what he could sleep feeling this kind of warmth.

"Wow, I never knew pony fur could feel this soft." He commented, blushing himself at saying this out loud.

To his surprise she blushes to it as well, "Thanks, it a compliment not many mares get."

"Perk to having a human as a lover then. You get here all the uncommon compliments."

"You never agreed to be my coltfriend though."

"I didn't? Guess we better change that status."

She giggles, "Well that makes this night more romantic then."

"Right, because nothing romantic about snuggling a boy in bed."

"You are taking it out of context, that's not fair." She taps his shoulder in protest and cutely at the same time.

"You misunderstood the fact I am teasing you."

"Wasn't all THAT funny."

"Maybe." He smiles and rubbing her back. She gasps at this as she didn't expect it. She blushes and stretches out a little to better enjoy this new feeling of affection and pleasure.

"So what was your childhood like? If you are ready to open up."

"It was normal and ordinary till I joined the military. Which is like the Royal Guard just more fearsome. I spent a few years in training and moving up the ranks, not much combat till I became a elite fighter. Then I got to see plenty of action. The last mission I did ended with me getting captured and interrogated and tortured. Finally got out and found that my family was all dead from fires. Family of six only has one member and all others died the same day. The day I got back from fighting. I watched all siblings and parents get dumped into the grave along with my brothers families. A major loss and I had no one left. It was just me, friends moved on without me and forgot my existence on earth. So I spent many months in a rage and depressed. This latter story is why Scootaloo comes me for advice. For she has been down this road more recently than me. So I tell her how I dealt with the pain."

"She has no family?" Lyra interjects curious about why Scootaloo would ask him advice.

"A drunk washout father last she knew of was still living. Mother died from a illness on Hearth Warming."

"That must make the holiday sad for her."

"Yeah, doing better though thanks to following advice Dash and I gave her. Anyway, after this series of events I dropped off the face of the earth. Went to a remote island and stayed there wondering what my purpose was. That's when Ghost was born, a man with no history and no one to use against him. A man to fight the wrong in the world. Spent several years experimenting the best way to accomplish this. The first few are the darkest, next to the military ones."

"How dark?"

"You can't sleep and think the only way out is to end your life."

"How did you get past it?"

"Started doing good. The good things and decisions block out the horrors that used to haunt you."

"That help in the long run?"

"It did. I could keep it from getting too bad but the horror never leaves. But the thing is, I actually retired and passed the name onto someone else to carry. On earth I was nearly fifty years old but when I got teleported my age reversed and I am now eighteen again."

"That is odd. Never heard of that side effect of teleportation."

"Yeah, but at least I have a long life to live."

"That too, what did you do after you passed on the torch?"

"Did a honest man's work. I fixed a type of machine called a automobile."

"What are they?"

"Like trains just more smaller and can travel on anything. I might have a picture of one on my iPod."

"iPod?"

"The metal rectangle that is shiny and small."

"Ah that thing. What is the noise it makes?"

"Earth music, we used a more broad variety of musical instruments that used electricity to make sounds."

"Ah, ok. Is the guitar you have such type?"

"It is." How the guitar and amp ended up in Equestria has been as much a mystery as how he managed end up there. Brandon didn't complain too much though he didn't play the guitar much since he came here. Ponies probably wouldn't enjoy the style of music that dominates earth. A few exceptions being Dash and Scootaloo, both want to play the guitar but lack the ability to hold the notes with hooves. But they accept it and they enjoy hearing him that much more.

"How does it work?"

"The strings vibrate at a certain speed which is recorded by magnets that send the pulse to a speaker which plays the same vibrations."

"Is that why it small and light?"

"Yes, because it doesn't rely on the hollow wood that a acoustic does."

She yawns before speaking, "How about we get some sleep?"

"Alright, night Lyra." He kisses her cheek, which blushes after he does so. He doesn't say anything but she tasted like mint gum. Which made him ponder the idea if color coats make certain ponies have a smell or taste a certain way.

"Night Brandon." She lays her head on his chest and falls asleep in a few moments. Her soft fur and warmth soon drug Brandon into a peaceful sleep.

Author's Note

Yeah, not a long chapter, nor as descriptive, but it fills in some blanks about Brandon.