“I get it, I get it,” Snapshot said, bobbing his head as he and Spring continued on, “Traveling alone as a ground pounder must not be very convenient, huh? There’s a lot less to worry about when you can just fly wherever in a day’s time.” In an intersection, Snapshot flew up high to look down at the city. The port of Fillydelphia was an impressive sight from above, although Snapshot had nothing for comparison. His eyes tracked down the signature—or rather lack of signature—of a dockworker as they flew from crate to crate with a clipboard clutched between their hooves. The mare glanced up at him and mouthed, “five minutes,” before she returned to her work. In the sea of emotional candles, Snapshot looked down at where Spring stood, gauging her for what might have been the first time that day. She at least seemed to like him, he determined from the hints of happiness he picked up. [i]Either that or she’s just a cheery pony,[/i] he thought as he landed beside her.

	“She’s working right now, but she’ll find us as soon as she’s off the hook,” Snapshot said to Spring as he looked around the intersection for a place to wait and be out of the way, “Shouldn’t be too long, though.”