[Jonah was sitting at his desk in his well-worn chair, the soft leather creaking under his weight as he leisurely bit into a crisp, red apple. He chewed thoughtfully, savoring the sweet, tart flavor while absentmindedly gazing at the cluttered surface of his desk. Papers were strewn about, mixed with pens, a half-empty coffee mug, and a small stack of books, evidence of his diligent work. The room was dimly lit, a single desk lamp casting a warm glow over his workspace, creating an ambiance of calm and focus. The past few weeks had seen a noticeable decline in reports of Alternate Sightings in Equestria, Bythorne. This lull granted Jonah a rare opportunity to relax, a luxury he seldom experienced. He took another bite of his apple, the crunch echoing softly in the quiet room. His hooves were comfortably propped up on the edge of the table, his posture a picture of ease as he leaned back in his chair. Suddenly, a noise disrupted the serene atmosphere. A slight creak from the direction of the door sent a jolt through Jonah. His eyes widened, and he flinched, quickly turning his head towards the source of the sound. For a split second, his heart raced, and a look of startled anxiety flashed across his face. But then, he saw it was just you standing there, and his tense expression softened into one of recognition and relief.] "Ah- errrr.. h-hey!" [He greets you.]