My name is Clyde Pie. I'm in the rock farming business, owning and operating my own farm with my family for twenty nine years.

The disappearances started about two months ago, two days after Hilbert's Hotel opened up. Ever since they opened their doors, ponies have been checking in and plum disappearing. These are ponies with no reason to check in beyond feeling compelled to go one day. To a simple pony like myself, it was just unsettling news from the outside at first. The Hotel's first deceased tenant has willed me a big problem.

It's my responsibility to carry on where cousin Beetle couldn't, see if I can't set a few folks free. This old earth pony has some work to do. It ain't exactly my normal line of work, but a Pie never does anything halfway if they do anything at all... although, I gotta wonder: is this just how the hotel gets me too?

There's always room in Hilbert's Hotel.