>Slipping into my what seems to feel like my new yet old clothes I headed out the doors of the hospital as Jack followed along.
>I take a good look at my surroundings and found that I'm in a...desert of somekind.
>It looks like the setting for a western movie with the typical swinging doors and such things
>I starred blankly for'a moment.
>Jack nudged my hand and snapped me out of my thought.
> "Welcome to Palomino, hope it isn't too hot for you."-Jack
"Heh, I've been through worse. Have you ever walked out your door and burned your foo-..hooves?"
> Jack looked at me in a strange way.
"...never mind.."
"Well, anyways, what can I get to eat around here? I sure can go for a burger with some chilicheese fries on the side and a cold glass of rootbeer".
>His facial expressions didn't change
>He began "are those some strange eatin's? what's a 'burger'? And a 'rootbeer?"
>I looked at him in disbelief but then again I forgot that I was in an alien planet.
"I guess you guys don't have them here. No need to worry, as long as there's something edible I would eat it."
>"We can head to mah place for a quick bit if'd you like"-Jack. I looked up to the sky and thought to myself "well, I guess I should since I really don't know much of this place or planet for that matter."
"Yeah, let's do it"
> Jack smiles, "well c'mon then. Let's go!"
>Walking pass various stores I spot an orange p0ny hulling a wagon full of jugs and apples.
>I see that a couple of apples fall out, so I decided to pick them up and hand them to her.
> I tell Jack that I'll be right back.
> I walked to the orange mare and exclaimed
"E-Excuse me, miss? I believe these belong to you!"
> she stops then turned to me "oh! Well, hey now. I knew this wagon felt a bit light. Thanks'a million stranger!"
>this p0ny sounded like she was full of energy and had a southern tone to her voice
>" ya know, not many folks would help a lil ol' mare such as my self with anythin'. Thank ya, mister....?
>I responded
"Capt-..Anon, just call me Anon."
>she chuckled "well thats'a weird name, my name is Applejack, 'sa pleasure ta meet ya Anon."
>I hear Jack call my name "C'mon Anon it gettin' dark out soon let's get home already!"
Jack slowly continues down the dirt path we were taking, waiting for me.
"Sorry, uh, Applejack. I gotta get moving hope to see you around."
>"well ah hope the same sugarcube and if ya ever wanna talk, meet me at Cider Sally's bar. Tons of fun thin's in there. I'm usually there from 8pm-3:30am"
>I nod then we hand/hoof shake then part our ways.
>I rushed to Jack and now oddly think of that orange mare.
>She reminds me of someone...these p0nies remind me of humans in many ways.
>Maybe it's all in my head
>"I see that you can make friends in a split second there Anon. You otta teach me some of that social stuff, I'm not so good at talking with mares."
>I had a confused look on my face so in return I said
" well uh, sure, why not"
>I'm not all that social myself I just know what to say at certain times.
"So uh, Jack."
>he had a curious face painted at me as we continued to walk the dirt path
"what uh, job or specialty do you have?"
>"heh, it's not much really. I just jot down what I see on a day to day basis and always question..well..everything!"
>I look at his flank and saw that it had a...potato?
"So..what does your cutie mark resemble?"
>"funny thing you ask that question I was just going to tell you when we got home. I'm a potato farmer! I love 'em with a passion!"
>Jack talks about potatoes in till we reached his house.
>It looked partially destroyed or somethings along those lines. A hurricane perhaps?
>It was your typical wooden home with a picket fence that has chipped paint pealing off. I walked inside and it looked surprisingly clean.
>"Well, home sweet home!"
>he falls onto his olive green couch and let out a loud sigh.
>"Gee, this day felt long din' it?" I shrugged and sat on a stool that was next to the couch.
>I looked at Jack as he got comfortable.
>I then think about how much I miss my home planet and how my loving wife is still there waiting for me.
>I tear up a little bit. Jack sees my heavy tears fall to the wooden floor
>"Hey, you okay Anon?"
>I'm snapped out of my thoughts again and replied
"W-what? Oh, yeah, yeah. I'm okay. I just miss my home, that's all".
>"must be rough. Did you have a family?"
>I stretch out my arms and let out a tired sigh, then answered back,
"Yeah I did. I had a wife and a kid but that's all. The rest of my family died many years ago."
>"I'm sorry to hear that..." I leaned forward and rustled his mane
"No worries. I don't really think they're dead. I just think I'm not with them right now. You know?"
>Jack chuckled a bit
>"yeah, I guess I do. Well, anyways you hungry or something? I can cook us up some fries if you'd like?"
> stomach growls aloud. Starting to chuckle
"Yes. I'd love some..or maybe a lot."
>Jack jumped out of the couch with enthusiasm and zipped to the kitchen.
>He told me to get comfortable for a little bit since he told me
>"perfect fries need perfect time"
>About 10 or 20 minutes pass by and soon he comes out with two large treys of golden fries.
>My mouth starts to water as I slowly feel myself get lost in the intoxicating allure from the lightly salted spuds.
>Before we filled our bellies, I turn to jack and say
"Thanks for finding me out in the desert. I'll repay you somehow, I promise."
>he just shakes his head and says
>"I don't want any kind of favors I'd just want a.. *gulps* healthy friendship."
>I laugh out loud
"Well I can do that! But I do have to ask you one thing."
>"What is it?"
>I pause for a moment
"Got any ketchup?"
>We laugh the night away then wake up to a new day.