Big Macintosh raised his shaking hoof and placed it on his chest. How was this possible? No two minuets ago, he lay dead with an arrow in his side. Yet his heart was beating strongly against his hoof. "Doctor. . . ?" Big Macintosh looked over at the brown stallion in front of him. The Doctor flicked an ear back guiltily, "Mac, I'm so sorry. . . "

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