Holmes woke, a painful headache forming towards his forehead and the sensation which he recognized as a few broken bones, where in his body he was unsure but he knew they existed. He could feel a heavy quilt on his upper body and a plump feather pillow behind his head. Something seemed to be probing at his right hand and his left foot, both hanging out of the bed. He slowly opened his eyes, being greeted by a plain, white ceiling and a bandage slightly covering his right eye. He quickly focused on something to the left and what greeted him quickly inspired Holmes to jump out of the bed and onto the hard wooden floor.

"It's awake!" a female voice exclaimed before a series of echoing and frantic clops filled the room, his field of vision quickly being dominated by limbs of lavender, orange and blue.

Holmes groaned on the floor, clenching his teeth from the pain of hitting a hard floor with several broken bones.

"Um, Excuse Me?" A face came into view, a purple, not very horse like and rather concerned face. "Are you alright?"

Holmes fought off the urge to open his mouth, play the act of a foreigner and they'll eventually give up. Hopefully... Preferably.

"Excusez-moi?" He said, putting on a curious mask. Successfully puzzling the creature for a moment.

"Is that, Prench? Rarity? Don't you know some Prench?" She said glancing over to the white horned one sat on a worn rug in the corner.

"I'd have you know Twilight, I have a degree in Prench and I refuse to let it be squandered." She said, chastising the purple leader of the horses as she walked over to the crippled Holmes, giving him a eyecatching gaze. "Êtes-vous monsieur bien? Quel est votre nom?" She said.

"Je ne sais pas?" Holmes said, noticing his plan quickly failing.

The 'Rarity' horse repeated herself but Holmes quickly came up with another weapon.

"Kann mir jetzt nicht verstehen? Können Sie?" Holmes said with a smug look on his face as he slowly got too his feet.

"Wir können Sie eigentlich in Ordnung zu verstehen." The purple pony replied, smirking as she slowly trotted towards him.

"Vad sägs om nu?" He said, reaching down for his shoes and socks before quickly pulling them on.

"Jag kan." Said the yellow winged one, sounding very quiet as she did.

Holmes stood up from his tying his shoes and circled round to the window, brushing the sleeves of his shirt down as he did.

"Wel, roedd yn braf cyfarfod chi i gyd, ond Fi 'n sylweddol mae'n rhaid fod yn mynd." He said, placing a hand onto the windowsill and turning back to look at them.

"Wait, what did he say?" The hovering blue one piped up, the group all turning to each other.

Holmes let them try and figure out what he had said as he pulled slowly pulled his foot onto the ledge before pulling the other one over and onto the veranda roof, thank god for them putting him in that room. He looked back towards the group of horses and reached up to the window pane and said, "It's Welsh, just so you know." He then pulled the window pane down to the sill, looked back to the multicoloured horses, still standing gobsmacked at the other end of the room, pulled his hand up and gave them a quick wave before turning around, closing his eyes, and walking straight off the veranda.

As Holmes passed out he heard the sound of feminine giggles and a powerful, female voice, that said, "There's an edge there." very smugly before shouting an order that caused plenty of hoofsteps to start.

Author's Note

I am extremely sorry for one the shortness of this chapter and the postponement of this chapters arrival. I have a lack of time and the damned "Writer's Block" yet again. Hopefully this still makes some sense and doesn't induce the melting of the eyeballs. I shall TRY to post more chapters soon, though I am afraid they shall all be quite short.

-Teh'