Still Day 1
 
I've been told I'm on the third train. I suppose it doesn't make much of a difference, seeing as how I was now a world away from my friends and family, and unlike most in this crowd wasn't ready to let them go so suddenly. I had asked the official that gave me my train ticket if there was to go back to the real world. She told me this was the real world and that there was no way back to the Otherlands we had appeared from. She then asked me what my name was.
 
I wasn't sure if my name had any meaning here. I had overheard others give out 'equestrianized' names. It just seemed rather off to name yourself.  Assumably everyone else was picking something they were good at and just making a pony name. I didn't know what I was good at. I had good grades in high school, exceptional grades in my collegiate tech theater classes, but I never finished that degree. I had various jobs, ranging from fast food, senior cart crew, electrical rigger, and now overnight stocker.  My fiancée had started putting the idea of being an accountant in my head. It was supposed to be a more rewarding, and stable career for us.
 
It seemed like the only thing I've done right is fall in love.
 
My name is now Lonely Heart. Like a lot of the others here, I think I'll probably regret my name, but right now it seems to be the only part of my identity I can keep.