Plaster... Paint... Milk... Exiting a convenient shop, Agilene skims through her shopping list, ensuring that every item she wanted was aquired. Feeling satisfied, she stores the paper in her backpack of supplies, then begins making her way home. All she needs is to board the train; if only it weren't dozens of blocks away from where she is. Luckily there are shortcuts, and what better kinds of short cuts are alleyways? With that thought in mind, Agilene walks into the first back street she finds.

Making five or so turns, she ends up at an intersection connecting four different paths: Three of them leading to an exit, while one only comes to a dead end. The pegasus takes the path straight ahead of her. Upon leaving the intersection, however, she hears a distressed sounding cry to her right. Turning to the sound, she notices somepony at the dead end. The way he acted was unsettling, and his coat color appeared to be transitioning into another. Agilene attempts to grab his attention, "Sir, are you alright?"