Waking up in a world of talking, occasionally magical horse people had been weird enough, but winding up in Equestria had only been the start of the most bizarre chapter of his life. Staying seated on the couch, turning a page of the comic book in his lap, he snorted petulantly to himself. While it was bad enough that he’d been assigned a chaperone, a unicorn to watch over him and help him integrate with society, the pony he’d wound up living with had been nothing but a tremendous headache since the day he’d arrived.

— “Anon? Anon, honey, are you home?” an all too familiar voice called out, prompting Anon to clamp his eyes shut.

A long silence followed, broken by the sound of occasional indignant grunts and soft cursing, before the grief-stricken voice sailed to his ears. — “Please tell me you’re home, Anon. I really, really could use some help here…”