Last night Tommy was asleep in bed, living a normal life. Then he is rudely awoken in a place very far from home, full of horses. What will he do? What will the aforementioned horses make of him? Unfortunately for him this world is pastel coloured and bright. Like it was dreamt up by little girl. Being as he likes nothing better then squealing guitars and fast aggressive riffs and drums, this world does not sit well for at all.

This fic is set around the middle of season 6, which will alter cannon events in the future.