"I like beautiful melodies telling me terrible things.." -- Tom Waits.

The silence in Andras’ simple living room was not the kind of peace that he’d been seeking. A tenseness and a plethora of unasked questions from Twilight hung in the air. He lay back in his chair, his eyes closed, trying to steady his breathing. He allowed his hands to unclench and his other muscles to relax, in an effort to keep his fight response under control.

Minutes passed and the weight of the unasked questions blended with the anxiety within the room, and the pressure of it finally urged Andras on to speak.

“Twilight … the voices I’ve told you about in my dreams. That one voice in particular.”

“The one that you keep telling me keeps trying to humiliate you?”

Andras managed a sigh. “The very one. It had been confined to my nightmares, Twilight, but for some reason, starting the moment we left earlier today to head to Sugarcube Corner? That voice started to … well, intrude on my waking thoughts a little.”

Twilight’s head bolted upright as if she had been slapped across her flank with something rather firmly, very hard and utterly unexpected. “These voices have what, Andras??” she gasped.

Andras opened his eyes and allowed them to turn slowly to his right, to meet hers. “Yes, Twilight. I don’t know why, but when we left to go to Sugarcube Corner, that voice came to me while I was standing there.”

“Andras! You didn’t think that it was important enough for you to mention that to me at the time?”

He managed another sigh, a deeper one that held a heavy note of guilt. “That’s not all, Twilight. I started to … well, hallucinate.”

Twilight’s jaw dropped a little and her expression was initially one of horror. However, the realization that Andras had in fact kept this vitally important information from her served to throw her first expression into one of outrage. “You started hallucinating?!? And after you spent so much time lecturing me about hiding things from you, you turn out to be hearing voices and halluci- … Andras!! What is it you’ve been hallucinating, can you tell me that much? And what is this … this voice saying to you?”

He allowed his eyes to close again, and slowly shook his head. “As always, Twilight, you’re only too right. I cannot possibly explain away my own hypocrisy,” he admitted. He took a deep breath and he leaned forward, resting his forearms on his knees and turned to face her. “When I opened the door, the voice started to … ask me if I knew ‘which one’ of the ponies out there knew.”

Twilight’s angry frown deepened, but she kept tighter control over the volume of her voice. “Knew what, Andras?”

“I don’t know. The voice in my head just sort of … suggested that some pony out there knew wha-...” he began, stopping very suddenly. He lifted his eyes to meet Twilight’s. “If any of them knew what I was,” he finished softly.

Twilight was genuinely confused. “Don’t you mean who you are, Andras?”

“No! I mean, what I am! The way the voice sounded, the intonation, the … the patronizing way it asked the question! It was driving at what I am, it wasn’t a question of who.”

“But what does that even mean? You’re a human, Andras!”

Andras covered his eyes with his left hand and groaned a little. “The thought had crossed my mind, Twilight.”

“Andras! This isn’t a joke this time! If whatever it is that’s wrong with you is now starting to affect how you are able to function during the day?” she intoned, leaving the possibilities of danger unspoken. Shaking her head violently, she continued with her upbraiding. “And what do you mean by hallucinations, Andras? I am assuming whatever you experienced was similar to what Spike and I witnessed when we got here just now?”

“Twilight, I’m not entirely sure you’re going to like what I … no, I take that back. I know for a fact you’re not going to like me describing what I saw. I’ll warn you now it wasn’t … pleasant.”

Twilight’s angry scowl softened a little, her mouth lopsided and one eye upraised. She stared at him intently. “Given how I observed you acting when I came in through the door, Andras - which I had to use magic to force open - I am eager to find out.”

“Just … blood, Twilight.”

She looked a little stupefied once more. “Um … blood? You mean, you … what? Thought you’d been cut?”

“No, it was far more than that, Twilight. It was a rather significant amount of blood.”

“Andras … I …”

He began to feel himself trembling a little, as the words describing his earlier vision started to come to him. “Blood - someone else’s blood! Splattered all over my hands, over my clothes, over the floor … there were … chunks of flesh spattered over me as well, Twilight. I could feel the warmth of it! It felt fresh, I could almost taste it, I could smell the warm, metallic scent of it!” His hands were now visibly shaking and his breath came in quick, half-gasps, and he looked across at Twilight with an expression that was very nearly one of terror.

Twilight and Spike stared aghast at Andras shaken form. Twilight lowered her head a little, and the compassion she had so recently forgone returned once more to the tone of her voice. “Andras, please don’t get mad at me for asking, but was there anything familiar about that image?”

“No, Twilight! Nothing at all! It was just … out of nowhere. And what scares me the most, is not so much that I was suddenly faced with that manner of gore … it … the sight of it … it didn’t bother me, Twilight! It was as if it was nothing new to me! Nothing like that should be so familiar to anyone. Such a vision should be off-putting if one is confronted with it suddenly. It was more the fact that I was hallucinating that alarmed me - the blood and the gore weren’t so unsettling! Don't you think that the fact you are staring at what amounts to an abattoir in your home should be sickening? So why the hell was the fact that I was hallucinating the source of my worry, and not ... what I was seeing?”

Twilight drew her journal from her saddlebags and once more began rapidly taking notes. Andras rolled his eyes and collapsed back into his chair. “So it was another hallucination you had? When Spike and I made our way in?”

“Broke into my house, you mean?” Twilight opened her mouth to give what he knew all too well was going to be a royal dressing down, but he stopped her. “I know, I know, I’m sorry - but it was worse that time.”

“Worse??” she exploded.

“I came back from Sugarcube Corner and I’d taken some pain medication. I made my way back in here to the living room and I was, well, feeling a bit pissed off at myself about how I’d behaved when ... well, when the second episode happened.”

“What happened, Andras?”

“That voice, again. It just … croaked at me. It came from the back of my mind and … God dammit, it mimicked me! I just sat here staring at the wall and muttered something about needing to act with more decorum and then that voice just … “ Andras stopped, grit his teeth and felt his arms growing tense. “It started to do the same thing it does in my dreams. Hint at things, humiliate and tease me, and it …” He stopped sharply, his eyes flew open as he recalled a single word that the thing in his mind had shared with him. “Milwr!” he exclaimed.

“Milwr? What does that mean, Andras?”

“I don’t know! But it’s a word the voice threw at me! It called me milwr!”

Twilight continued to scribble madly in her journal. “Then what, Andras?”

Andras stared at the living room wall, where what seemed like moments ago he had witnessed the horrors of his waking torment. “That’s when the second hallucination started.”

“And … this second hallucination, wha-”

“It started with tiny red specks on the wall. They just grew bigger, until the wall was just the one large cascade of blood, Twilight.” The gasp from Twilight and Spike did not register with his ears. “It just kept flowing. Faster, thicker, the same metallic smell, only now I could hear things, too. Horrific things.”

Twilight shuddered a little. “What sort of things, Andras?”

“I could hear screams! People screaming for mercy! I could hear … I could hear … “ he felt himself unable to continue.

Twilight slowly approached him, stood before him and looked up at his terrified face. “Andras … it’s okay, you’re safe here with me, now … it could be important, so I need you to please try and tell me wha-”

“The sound of flesh being torn! The sound of bones being broken! Screams, horrible screams! The same ones from my nightmares, Twilight! And the whole fu- … the whole … the whole time, that voice was goading me!" He pointed a shaking, accusatory finger at the wall which had so recently been a source of dread for him. "It kept calling me milwr! Until I just couldn’t stand it, I just got out of the chair and screamed at it to stop and …” His panting slowly subsided and he fought to regain his composure. “That’s when you turned up, Twilight.”

“Andras, none of this was anything you think you actually did?”

“No! I can’t ever see myself doing such horrific things! I mean, that’s why I was screaming at the fuc-” he started, before noting Twilight’s disapproval. “I mean, why I was screaming at the … the wall, that whatever I was looking at, just wasn’t me!”

“Andras, I have an idea that might help us with your dreams at the very least,” Twilight suggested.

He tilted his head at her, his face gaunt and the fatigue clearly visible on his face. “Does it involve hitting me in the head repeatedly with a blunt object, Twilight?”

"Andras, no. I doubt that would help."

"It would be fun for you though, I'm sure?"

"Andras!"

"And it would be a lot less painful for me than being conscious. It certainly couldn't harm my psyche any more than it already is."

She weighed her desire to reprimand him again, but the sad, wearied look in his eyes stopped her. “You remember meeting Princess Luna when you were still in the hospital?”

Andras thought for a moment before recollection came to him. “Ah, yes. The fluffy blue one, right?”

Twilight grimaced, knowing full well that Princess Luna deserved a lot more respect than he seemed capable of granting to anypony at this time. “Yes, Andras. Princess Luna - Princess Celestia’s sister. She is indeed … well, blue in color.”

“And she has that moon tattoo on her flank, from memory.”

“Her cutie-mark, yes.”

“And that intense … mane? Does she have a mane? It looks more like a cloud to me.”

“Andras, just stop changing the subject and listen to me? Princess Luna has the power to be able to see into other ponies dreams and to help them sometimes. I’m wondering if this is something she could …”

“See into my dreams? Twilight, do you really think she needs to be rummaging around in whatever the fuck … sorry, whatever the hell is left of my mind while I try and sleep?”

“Andras, it’s worth attempting. She may be able to find out what that voice in your mind is hiding from you, she may even be able to protect you from the worst of the horrors you see each night!”

Andras glared back at Twilight in disbelief. “Princess, do you really think that’s going to work? As you’ve so helpfully pointed out, I’m a human. I do not have a reference guide handy and I must apologize that I left my reference materials with respect to human anatomy in my other suit, but I would hazard a guess that my neurophysiology and yours are quite possibly different.”

“It’s worth a try, Andras.”

"Worth a try? So would drilling a hole into my head to let the demons out, Twilight."

"Andras, even you have to admit that's appalling logic! Princess Luna is not going to go cutting holes in your head - she has the ability to observe and to intervene in your dreams. Not your physiology!"

He nodded his acquiescence. “This entire concept of having an equine invade my subconscious whilst I sleep didn’t occur to you until now, princess?”

“Well, no, Andras. I generally don’t go around asking Princess Luna to just look into some other pony’s dreams. As you’re a human, the idea hadn’t actually occurred to me, oddly enough.” She felt inwardly angry that she’d not thought to ask Princess Luna about such a concept earlier. “I really think that it would be worth trying, and with your permission, I’ll ask the Princess to help you tonight. There has to be some way to figure out what’s going on with you.”

Andras allowed himself to sink back into his chair and exhaled. “Okay, Twilight, fine. I will acquiesce to allowing a blue, cloudy, equine Princess to go foraging around inside my head whilst I sleep. I hope this won’t involve her trying to obtain any other form of intelligence? You know how closely I like to guard my vocabulary.”

“Augh! Andras, I am certain you can trust her. I’ve kept Princess Celestia informed about your dreams, I’m sure she can get Princess Luna to try.”

Andras looked down at the floor and nodded in agreement. As bizarre as it sounded having a supposedly immortal equine exploring his dreams, by this stage, he was willing to try almost anything. “Well, then I’ll see what happens this evening,” he muttered, before throwing her an askew, silly smile. “She’s not likely to, you know, join forces with this thing in my brain is she?” Twilight glowered at him, and he held up both hands defensively. “Kidding, Twilight, I am kidding!”

“There is just one other thing I want you to do right now, Andras.”

He smiled, shook his head and turned to face her. “Please tell me it isn’t about the journal, Princess.”

She grimaced but chose to let his silly remark slide. “No. I want you to go back to Sugarcube Corner and apologize to Max.”

Andras locked eyes with Twilight and frowned a little in confusion. “Go back to Sugarcube Corner now? Twilight, do you really think that’s a great idea?”

“Max is a wonderful person, I think after the way you behaved towards him - without any cause - the least you can do is go back and apologize,” she stated matter-of-factly. Her firm gaze softened after a moment and she took a step closer. “Andras, he meant no harm and he genuinely wants to help you. I think it would really be in your best interests to do the right thing and apologize to him.”

Andras turned his face back towards the wall. He allowed a small groan. “Yes, Twilight, I know you’re right. I overreacted and it was in poor taste. I’ll head back there now. I guess it will at least give me a chance to figure out precisely where Max came from. Wherever he’s from, it’s certainly not from anywhere I’m familiar with. Or at least I imagine so, given how differently he seems to act.”

“Thank you, Andras. Spike and I will let Princess Celestia and Princess Luna know about what we’ve decided to try. I think tonight I’ll try and keep you company if you don’t mind? I want to observe your behavior for myself.”

He gave a bitter laugh. “I would ask if you had a two-way mirror in my bathroom, Twilight, but I’ve already checked for that.
Although, since I’m being dragged over the hot coals of your demands for me to bestow apologies, Twilight, do you think it would be okay if I wrote a small apology at the same time for Fluttershy?”

“Fluttershy?”

“I mean, I scared her when I arrived here, and I’ve startled her once or twice since then. I thought it would be a good idea to send her a small explanation and to say … well. Sorry for scaring her so badly and so often. Do you think she’d mind?”

Twilight was surprised by the request, but she thought it was a reasonable one. “I think that would be a great idea, Andras!”

“I’ll see if I can do that without that friend of hers trying to carbonize me whilst I am about it.”

“You mean Rainbow Dash? Andras, honestly, I think she’s just angry at you for scaring Fluttershy. That’s all.”

“Twilight, if she catches up with me and scorches my arse by firing lightning into my mouth? You should realize I am going to go and see you and say ‘I told you so’, right?” Twilight offered him yet another flustered scowl. “Don’t worry, Princess, I’ll have the staff at the hospital deal with the damage if it does come to that.”

After finalizing the plans for Princess Luna’s attempt at intervening in his dreams that evening, Andras performed a careful check around the inside of his small house, before nervously approaching the front door. He was on his own this time; Twilight and Spike had left a few minutes earlier. He reached out with a strong hand and grasped the door handle. He opened the door slowly and allowed it to swing inwards just enough for him to peer outside. ‘The last time I did this, it didn’t go so well,’ he thought to himself.

He once more surveyed the passage of the ponies past his front door. It was inevitable that he would perform the same analysis of them as he had done the last time. His eyes darted from one pony to another, judging distances, determining which of them would most likely be a threat. It took him a moment to realize his teeth were clenched again. Slowly stepping outside into the sunlight, he allowed himself to take a few deep breaths, and to try to unclench his muscles.

He managed to stand outside the door, his arms at this side, and let his head continue to scan left-to-right across the throng of ponies in an almost robotic fashion.

“See? No obvious threats here, what are you so worked up about,” he remonstrated quietly to himself.

There was a sudden, almost indiscernible change in the temperature on his back, as a shadow suddenly crossed the rear of his uniform. In a blur, he twisted on his left foot, threw both hands out, thrust outward with his right foot, catching his attacker mid-pounce. Hurling what his senses noted as being blue and airborne to the ground, he rolled over on top of what he supposed was his assassin, and crushed them there against the track outside his door. The nearby ponies screamed or yelled in shock.

Andras found himself glaring downwards, staring into the eyes of a very angry, very surprised Rainbow Dash.

Andras, not having raised so much as a sweat, fixed his eyes down at Rainbow Dash’s - unblinking. His mouth skewed to the left of his face, his arms and legs pinned her to the ground, on her back. From her angry, red face, he determined she had clearly not been expecting things to turn out quite this way.

“Get off me, you disgusting talking monkey!” she spat at him. Andras didn’t say a word - he, in fact, didn’t move a muscle, and gave no indication at all that he’d even heard her. She continued to struggle, but his hold on her was too strong. “Just wait ‘til I get out from under here, I’m going … “

“Rainbow Dash,” began Andras, with a dry, clear, no-nonsense tone in his voice. “I’m going to let you out of this predicament which is entirely of your own making,” he emphasized with a momentarily raised eyebrow. “But when I do that, we need to talk.”

She ignored the cold request he’d made and tried to twist her way free. Finally, allowing her head to flop back onto the ground and squinting her eyes back up at him, she stopped her futile struggle. “Gah! Fine! Just … get off me!”

Rolling deftly to one side, he sprang back to his feet and was ready for anything else she might try before she’d had a chance to right herself. “Okay, so … aside from the confusing manner of your greeting, do you think we might able to talk without having to - oh, I don’t know, try and beat the shit out of each other?”

“Beat the what?”

“To clarify my former utterance, Rainbow Dash, is there any chance at all that we could discuss things without actually needing to get physical about it?”

She took up a stance that all but screamed her determination to try and somehow get in the last word, at whatever point in the proceedings that would be. She leaned forwards and glared upwards at Andras, mustering all the disapproval her facial features could muster. “Okay! Fine! It’s a truce, for now! You can start by apologizing!”

“There’s that word again - apologizing. I seem to be hearing that an awful lot today. Apologize for what, Rainbow Dash?”

“For what you did to poor Fluttershy!”

“For the awful way in which I shocked her when I arrived on? Or the unquestionably obtuse manner in which I startled her once more when she was trying to deliver consumables to me within my humble abode?”

“When you how-ed her when she was what-ing?”

Andras again allowed himself to exhale, picturing his frustration leaving with the contents of his lungs. “Rainbow Da- … look, for a start, do you have a shorter name? It’s hard enough to make myself understood when I have to keep repeating your full name all the time,” he suggested. The fact that her only response was to squint a little harder at him suggested ‘no’. “Okay, fine. Rainbow Dash. You do realize that I had precisely no intention of being here in this … universe, this place, this renaissance festival, this whatever-it-is , to begin with? I may not know where the hell I came from or why I’m here, but one thing I am utterly certain of is that I did not just materialize on top of Fluttershy unannounced and with malicious intent, and set her screaming like that.” She bared her lips a little, showing a hint of surprisingly white teeth. “In point of fact, Rainbow Dash, the first memory I have of my existence at all, is of her screaming and running from me.” He carefully leveled a pointer finger at her. “I did not do so on purpose! I don’t even know how I got here, let alone frightened her so badly!”

She allowed her lips to close and return to their original frown and just stood there staring up at him. “You don’t … remember how you got here?”

“No, Rainbow Dash, I don’t!” Andras exclaimed, raising both of his arms to the sky. “I’ve spent the past few weeks trying to convince Twilight of that as well! I need to get a shirt made with the words 'I AM LOST, PLEASE HELP ME' printed on it! I just know I … turned up there, that day. It wasn’t a planned assault, I promise! If It had been a deliberate attack I would’ve brought … fireworks, or streamers, or really bad poetry or something!”

“You didn’t mean to scare her like that?”

“No!” He fought hard to obscure his escalating frustration and failed.

“She is one of the most caring ponies I know and she would literally never hurt a fly!”

“I’m not a fly, Rainbow Da-”

“And you really did a number on her when you … just … exploded next to her like that!”

“Well, I realize that. But whatever that was, it wasn’t intentional and I didn’t mean to explode!”

“If that’s the case,” began Rainbow Dash, taking a seat on her hindquarters and crossing her forelegs, “how do you know? If as you say you can’t remember anything before that?”

Andras lowered his hands to his sides. “Well … you have me there. But look - seriously! I have no knowledge of this world of yours beyond what’s happened since then! I didn’t mean to frighten anyone! Anypony, any … whatever! Really! All I want to do, frankly, is figure out who I am, where I’m from, and-"

“And what? Is there anypony else you plan on scaring half out of their minds?”

“No, I was going to build something really, really big and explode it in the town square, just to see how pissed off I could get my therapist!”

“You w-”

“Rainbow Dash! Listen to me - ignore my stupid habit of being sarcastic. I want to apologize to Fluttershy. I really do. Even after I scared her so badly that first day, she has been sweet enough to bring me all kinds of things for me to eat and I really appreciate the way she does that. I agree with you, I owe her an apology - and yes, I would say that she certainly does seem to be one of the most caring ponies of you all that I’ve met.”

Rainbow Dash sat for a moment, before shrugging and getting back onto all four hooves. “Oh, you’ll be apologizing to her, alright, Andras. Even if I need to drag you over there myself.”

“But you already tried that, Rainbow Dash.”

“Pfff, you got lucky, that’s all!”

“Gaaah!” he rumbled, before finishing with a laugh. “Dammit, now you have me growling like Twilight! Seriously, you don’t need to try and drag me there. I have every intention of making amends to her for having panicked her so badly. Not to mention so frequently. You don’t need to drag me anywhere, no matter how curiously entertaining that might sound!” Her mouth shot open to castigate him, but Andras raised his hands and stopped her, managing a laugh. “I’m kidding, Rainbow Dash! I would much rather be self-ambulatory and make my own way to wherever it is she lives than to have you toting my person around in an egregious and embarrassing fashion!”

“Andras, I’m not sure what half of those words mean? But when you apologize to her, you better make it a great one!”

“I promise, Rainbow Dash, it will be heartfelt and genuine,” he responded, with all of the sincerity he could rally. “I might come across as a cynical, sarcastic, long-winded idiot at times,” he admitted and noted that Rainbow Dash smiled smugly in agreement. “But I’m all too serious about this. She’s been … well, she’s been an angel, for want of a better superlative.”

“Okay. Fine. I’ll take your word for it. But I’m going to have both eyes on you, Andras, and if you screw any part of this up?”

“Since apologizing is all the rage today, it so happens I am about to embark on a trip to Sugarcube Corner to make one to Max and to Pinkie Pie.”

Rainbow Dash shot high enough into the air to be at eye-level with Andras. “HEY! What do you mean apologizing to Pinkie Pie and MAX? Max is like the nicest human in existence anywhere, and he certainly makes you look …”

“Pathetic?”

“Yeah! … Okay, yeah!”

“Repugnant?”

“Stop that!”

“Huh, now you sound like Twilight.”

“Stop that, too!”

“Well, whatever the case, I am on my way to see him to redress and make amends for some behavior I showed towards him earlier today. To that end, I’m sorry that I need to get going - I’m not trying to be rude, I just really need to see him and sort out a few things before this evening.”

“In that case, I’m coming with you. I want to make sure your word is actually worth something.”

Andras smiled back at her. “Given the circumstances, Rainbow Dash, I think that’s a pertinent move. Besides, I could use the company.”

“Company? Let me make this straight, I just want to make sure you don’t upset anypony else!”

“How many bits do you suppose my word is worth anyway, Rainbow Dash?” She looked at him in confusion. “Don’t worry about it, you should ask Spike sometime.”

Andras began retracing his steps from earlier that day across the town center and on towards Sugarcube Corner. He managed to greet some of the ponies they crossed with a casual wave. The steady beat of Rainbow Dash’s wings close to his right ear reminded him that he was very much on probation as far she was concerned. ‘I can’t begrudge her that,’ he thought to himself.

Having traversed the town center without further incident, he found himself once more at the door to the spectacular edifice wherein which Pinkie and Max were employed. He turned to face Rainbow Dash, who finally alighted next to him. He offered her a grin. “Well, let’s hope I can manage this in a far more gentlemanly fashion than I regret to say I exhibited earlier.”

“Enough of the big words, Andras. If I know Max, he isn’t expecting you to say sorry for anything - but I’m going to make sure he gets an apology, no matter what the reason for it is!”

Andras opened the door to the store. His instincts again took hold and he immediately scanned the room.

He was able to take in the location of the clientele, the positions of chairs in the room, along with any possible escape routes should the door not be accessible. His comprehensive analysis was automatic - his mind performed it without his having to consciously order it to do so. The scrutiny to which he’d subjected the room - of individual ponies - took but fractions of a second. Thoughts, calculations, counter-plans, contingencies, all such concepts bolted through his cortices quickly and efficiently.

The highly skilled task borne of self-preservation had already been completed by the time he had placed his boots within the establishment. Whilst he was accustomed to his mind doing this for him, this particular time he felt guilty for its having done so.

Mr. Cake was the first pony to actually notice the two of them. “Oh! Hey, er, Andras! Rainbow Dash!”

Andras made his way to the counter. “Greetings again, Mr. Cake,” he managed, with a smile. There was a brief moment of silence, at which point Andras felt a swift kick from Rainbow Dash to the back of his right leg. He turned down to face her. “Alright, alright, give me a moment!” He returned to face the confused Mr. Cake. “Mr. Cake, I know that my behavior here earlier today was … well, disgusting, just frankly.”

“Oh, Andras, I know it’s been hard for you …”

“I know, but that’s … that’s not really a very good excuse for the way I acted. I should have cooled my heels a bit and acted with a good deal more decorum than I did, and for that, I’m really very sorry,” he managed. ‘Deeecoooooorrrruuuuum!’ hissed the thing inside his mind. Andras grimaced and closed his eyes tightly. The thing cackled at him. ‘Not so easy is it - milwr! How can you atone, do you suppose ... for what you've done?’ Andras felt metaphorical straps tighten across his brain. “Gnnnn!”

“Andras?” asked Mr. Cake. “Um, are you okay?”

Andras unclenched his teeth and his fists and allowed his eyes to open once more. “Yes, I’m sorry. It’s just these tension headaches I get all the time. Anyway … look, I really am mortified about how things turned out. I certainly won’t allow my temper to get the better of me in such a fashion again.”

“Thank you, Andras, I know it can’t be easy for you to be here this way and I can tell that you’re still in a lot of pain after this morning.”

“Listen, is there any chance I could go and see Max? Is he here, or could you tell me where I could find him?”

“Well, sure! Max is in the room he shares with Pinkie. I’m sure he’d be delighted to see you? It’s just the door on the right, at the top of the stairs.”

Andras pointed to the stairwell. “Just … up and knock on the door? You’re sure he won’t mind?”

Mr. Cake offered a laugh. “Who, Max? Not in the least!”

Andras lowered his hand again, smiled and nodded to Mr. Cake. “Thank you.” He turned and walked to the bottom of the stairwell. “Are you coming too, Your Honor?” he asked, smiling at Rainbow Dash.

“Just try and stop me.”

"I would never presume!" he replied, making as much of a pretense of modesty as he could. Taking a deep breath, Andras made his way up the stairs, being careful to keep his head clear of the ceiling. He arrived at the door to Max’s room, and after allowing a brief moment to compose himself, knocked solidly on the door. There was a rustling from inside and Max’s familiar upbeat voice called out.

“Come on in, it’s unlocked!” Andras carefully opened the door and tried to ignore the way his mind scanned the room. “Oh hey!” exclaimed Max, with some surprise. He was sitting at a desk against the far wall, next to a bed that had been clearly adjusted to fit a human. “Andras, I wasn’t expecting to see you? Hey, Dashie!” Andras was perplexed that anyone would be able to sit in a room with their back to a door, and an unsecured door at that.

“Hi, Max!" greeted Rainbow Dash. "I followed this bozo here to make sure he’d come through with his apology to you.”

“Uh … Dashie? His apology to me?” Max repeated, slowly getting up from his desk.

“Yeah, I wanted to say sorry for the way I acted when we met this morning,” started Andras.

“Hey, bro, it’s … okay, really? I mean, I’ve been there, it’s not an easy thing to come to terms with.”

“No, but that still doesn’t make the way I treated you in any way a decent thing to do. I really just didn’t expect to see another human here at all. I overreacted and I should have been far more rational, and a good deal more respectful than I was. I mean, you went out of your way to try and help me somehow and all I was able to do in return was act like a fuc- … well, like a moron.”

Max managed a snort. “I see that Twilight has been onto you about the whole profanity business, too.”

Andras smiled back, looked down at the floor and nodded. “Yes, she has indeed.”

“Well, ah … hey, bro, don’t stand outside, come on in! I’m sorry the room isn’t designed for the talking monkeys like us.”

“Did Dashie call you that as well?” asked Andras.

“Well no, but there are ponies who did, and a few who still do."

Rainbow Dash glared at Andras. “Only my friends call me Dashie, you overgrown-”

“Hey, Dashie, it’s okay. Andras is confused about everything, but he means well. I think you’ll find his heart is in the right place,” interrupted Max. He noticed the way Andras was staring at the MP3 player, which had been sitting on Max’s writing desk. “Oh, ah, ponies here don’t have music players like these. I mean, the earbuds are too small for a start! But they do have one hell of a DJ,” he chortled. “Er, I guess you have music where you’re from?” he asked Andras.

Andras tilted his head slightly to one side and continued to stare at the player. “Well, I think so. I understand the concept of music, but I do not recall anything that one would wear in order to listen to it in a personal fashion like this.”

“Well, why not stick the earbuds in? Give it a try! I’m sorry about my playlist, bro, it’s eclectic but I hope there’s something on there that you'll like. There may even be something that sounds familiar to you? Just stick the earbuds in and you’re away. Just press here to switch to the next song in the list.”

Andras picked up the earbuds and placed them into his ears, and took a seat carefully on the bed nearest the desk. The music that permeated his inner ears was not what he was expecting. Glancing down at the music player, he frowned in a certain degree of consternation as he caught the name of the song. “Heaven Sent You, by one Stanley Clarke?”

“Huh, yeah, great song! I told you I had a weird music collection.”

“Uh huh,” muttered Andras non-committedly before he returned his attention to the MP3 player and began advancing through the selection of tracks, finding each piece of music to be a mind-opening experience. “Max, I really doubt we had music at all like this where I was from. It just feels different, it’s like there are parts of my mind that have been asleep until now.”

“Well, I’ll take that as a compliment, bro!”

A flash of pink exploded through the doorway, and Pinkie Pie leaped onto Max, placing a kiss directly onto his cheek, throwing her forelegs around his waist in a powerful embrace. “MAXIEEEEE!” exclaimed Pinkie. “Sorry I was out so long, I had to deliver the birthday cake, you know the one that I used a blowtorch to melt the marshmallows into-” she began, before noticing Andras sitting on Max’s bed, seemingly transfixed by the music player. “Oh my goodness! Is he okay? Why is he listening to that silly music thing of yours, is he upset too? How long has he been here?”

“Relax, Pinks! He actually came by with Dashie here to say he was sorry about how uncomfortable things were when we all met this morning.”

“Yeah! And I’m not convinced he did a good enough job of saying sorry, either, for whatever it was he did,” growled Rainbow Dash.

They all turned to face Andras who was now sitting on the bed, his face contorted deeply in concentration at the wonders of the various forms of music that he found himself discovering for what he felt to be the first time in his existence.

“He was just shocked to meet another human here, Dashie,” reported Max. “I gather nopony had thought to tell him about my being here and he pretty much got knocked on his … backside. I could tell the dude was just really uptight and pretty angry about everything. Then, of course, he left early and Twilight took off after him. I think most of the ponies in the town square could hear them going at each other hammer-and-nails after that,” Max finished.

“Why that ungrateful, mean …” Rainbow Dash began, fumbling for any appropriately derogatory term she could bring herself to use.

“Dashie,” sighed Max, through a broad smile. “The dude has no idea how he got here, he’s confused, he’s alone, he doesn’t know where he is - and then from out of nowhere he discovers he’s not the only one of his species trapped here!”

“Maxie, you feel trapped?” Pinkie asked softly.

“Not anymore, Pinks. But when I first got here, yeah. I really did! It took you to really break me out of that mindset and help me out. But this guy?” Max glanced across at Andras, who remained transfixed by the flood of sounds his mind was processing. “It’s almost like he’s been … I don’t know. Born again but in the wrong place. He’s honestly doing the best he can, I’m sure of it. I mean, think about it, he did come back here to say sorry? It isn’t like Twilight chased him here?”

“I guess I have to give him enough credit for that. I mean, he did actually apologize when he got here. Even to Mr. Cake,” observed Rainbow Dash. She, Max and Pinkie stood in the room and watched the intensely focused form of Andras, who held the music player firmly in his hand and continued to switch between tunes - seemingly oblivious to the three of them.

“Huh. I guess he’s really keen on that silly music thing of yours, Maxie. I remember when you first got here and you used to listen to that strange thing the same way.”

“I did? I mean, really? Sit there and stare at it like this?” asked Max, gently running his hand over Pinkie’s head.

“Well, yeah! I mean you used to just sit in the store and stare at it and play songs on it over and over, and even after you’d been here a while you would sneak up here to our room and play it when you felt, well … lonely,” continued Pinkie.

Max could only manage a soft smile. “It was a pretty rough time in my life, Pinks. But, that’s all in the past now. I’ve got you and a new life here in Ponyville and I could not possibly be happier!”

Andras finally found himself stopping on one particular song, and the three watched in surprise as his shoulders slowly slumped. Staring directly into the screen of the music player, he remained utterly motionless - as tears began to slowly form in the corners of his eyes, and began to stream down the taught features of his face. He did not appear saddened, just exhausted.

“Whoa,” whispered Rainbow Dash. “Whatever it is he’s listening to, Maxie, it looks like it really trashed him.”

Pinkie managed a small sniff. “Oh ... goodness. Maxie, what’s wrong with him?”

Max watched Andras’ form with concern. “I don’t know, Pinks. I really don’t. The dude looks … well, like he’s resigned. Just given up. I really don’t know. I wonder what song he’s listening to?”

Max carefully walked over to Andras and looked down. It was that copy of Adagio for strings, by Albinoni that he’d had sitting on the device. In truth, he’d not played the song for a long time - but he could understand why it would make Andras appear to be emotional. He walked to the far end of the bed from Andras and sat down himself. He didn't feel right interrupting this experience somehow. “Dang, I wish Twilight was here. She’d have a better idea of what to do,” he mumbled.

The piece finally finished and Andras reached up and removed the earbuds. He looked up slowly, his expression almost unreadable. It took him a moment to register that there was a stream of tears flowing from the corners of his eyes. He reached up suddenly to his face with surprise, wiped the tears away and held his hand out before his face - looking at the salty wetness in stunned silence.

“Andras? … Bro? … Are you okay?” asked Max finally.

Andras stared a little longer at the moisture on his fingers, wiping away the tears between his thumb and pointer finger. “Yes, I think so. That last piece of music just seemed to resonate emotionally with me somehow. I could feel the same regret and the same frustration that I feel after I have my nightmares, but again … fuck knows why.”

Pinkie gasped. “Max, I think Twilight needs to have that talk to him about-“

“Yes, Pinkie, I’m sure she needs to remind him,” smiled Max quietly. “Bro, are you sure you’re okay? You seemed pretty tense and messed up there for a while. I’m sorry, I forgot I actually had that song on there at all.”

“No no, it’s okay, Max,” affirmed Andras, placing the music player back onto the desk. Resting his left elbow on his knee, he raised his hand and held the side of his face. “I don’t understand why I should’ve felt that way. But I just did. I know there’s a reason why I should feel this kind of regret and pain. But I’ll be fu- …” he blurted, before looking across to Pinkie and managing a sad smile. “But I’ll be darned if I can remember what it is. And you want to know something, Max?”

“You can tell me anything, bro?”

The smile disappeared from Andras’ face. “I don’t think I want to remember why I should feel guilty.”

Author's Note

It's a wordy chapter with a lot of dialogue. But it's something I enjoy doing - it's a release, I guess.

The song that pulls Andras' sense of guilt, regret and pain is Adagio for strings by Albinoni, which you can listen to here:

Tomaso Albinoni - Adagio