The noise, growing then fading, danced on the metal walls of my ship. I stood perfectly still, listening. The sound was flung in all directions, but finally, I could pinpoint the source. That man and his strange BlueBox. That man from when my Madame was alive, and his mare, who said I couldn't join them. I watched the BlueBox appear, and snorted when a different looking man stepped out. He was... Strange. He smelled like Not-Mother. He smelled of Time, of the Universe. And custard. He felt of... Sadness. I could feel his sorrow, his despair. He felt like loss, but he didn't look it. He put on a show for his herd.

"Arthur!" he called, and came to frantically hug me. I snorted at him and shook my mane. "Arthur," he began. "Yes, Not-Mother?" I asked. He smiled. "Arthur, I have someone who wants to meet you," he answered. I tossed my head in joy, "A herd? Please take me!" I whinnied. He let me to the BlueBox. Somehow, it was big enough for me to fit. But... I could smell no other horse in this place. "Not-Mother, where is the herd?" I asked. He looked at me sadly. "Sit down somewhere, and be careful." I found a place to lay, and I took in the smells. It smelled of Time, like Not-Mother. Time and power. This BlueBox was very powerful.

And then I felt time changing. It was a feeling familiar to me after living on that ship. I watched Not-Mother as time changed. He was sad. "Not-Mother, what's wrong?" I ventured.
"Arthur, my name is Doctor. The Doctor," he sighed.
"Okay. Doctor, what is wrong?"
"We're here," he said after a long pause. He was avoiding my questions. I stood up and he led me outside, where a dark bay stood. I trotted over and sniffed. This bay was a stallion, like I. "Arthur, this is Susan," he said, coming over to us. Susan snorted air into my nostrils in greeting. Then, he tugged my mane and trotted away, tail whisking behind. I stared for a moment, then looked at the Doctor, and followed Susan. He puffed out his chest in a showy display, tossing his head gracefully. I snorted, and trotted in tight circles around him. Perhaps I wouldn't have to spend my life alone...