The Exchange Student

It was a soft bed.

I mean, a REALLY soft bed. Impossibly so. Could'a been crafted out of a could, if that was possible.

These were the thoughts that were running through Connor's mind. Why am I in a bed? Wasn't I...

The SUV. The badass shades. Lucy the chloroform-wielding psycopath. He sat up and opened his eyes. Right, where did she take me really? She couldn't  have really taken me to Thailand. Thailand couldn't possibly have beds this comfy.

He inspected the room. To even consider trying to describe it, you would have to had stayed in the best five-star hotel in the world. Then you could only imagine how much better this room was in comparison. Currently in the room was a king-sized bed, a nightstand with an old-fashioned windup clock, a desk (with parchment and quills?), a few candles, and a complete and utter absence of a TV, flat-screen or otherwise.

Although Connor did not usually watch TV, he didn't like the prospect of not being able to if he wanted. As the saying goes, you don't know what you've got 'till it's gone. In place of a TV, there was instead what appeared to be a massive radio, like one you might have had in the 20's or 30's.

This is a very contemporary hotel.

Maybe I'll find a rotary phone somewhere.

There was no such things to be found, not even anything resembling 1800's phones. He got up, and as soon as he did the door opened. In walked a...

...horse?...of...some...kind...

What.

Connor was still trying to convince himself that this was a joke. A very elaborate, not at all funny joke.

It was a difficult task.

"Oh, you're awake! Excellent. I wasn't sure if you were ok," the horse spoke. He had heard that voice before.

"...Lucy?"

Apparently Lucy was a very dark blue, very tall horse of some kind. Her hair- no, her mane- was the same color as it was the first time, in the very center of it anyway. The rest of it consisted of various shades of what could only be described as a night sky. So was her tail. Both seemed to flow endlessly on an invisible wind. Upon her head was a crown... or a tiara, whatever you called it. Maybe she was royalty or something. There was also a horn, same color as her fur. A unicorn, Connor thought. Clearly I've gone off the deep end.

"Who is Lucy? Is she your mother?" the unicorn asked, pulling him out of his thoughts.

"You're Lucy!"

"I've never heard of... oh, yes that's right! No, it is not my true name, but I am terribly sorry to have kept up the facade. My real name is Luna." She paused for a moment. "However, you were not present when I gave that name. Were you eavesdropping?"

"A little."

Short pause.

"...this isn't a joke, it it?"

"It would have to be a very elaborate joke. And a terrible one at that." she scoffed.

"In that case, I'd like a little privacy, if you don't mind," said Connor, trying to be as calm as possible.

"Of course." She left the room, saying something to a guard who was apparently stationed at the door on the way out. As the door closed, Connor prepared to do something he should've been doing for quite a while now.

As Luna told the guard to give the guest some privacy she ended the translation spell and started walking away.

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As if on cue, Connor began screaming like there was no tomorrow.

Four paces. He was taking this quite well. He still had an entire day's worth of freaking out to do though. It could take a while.