Jack felt drowsy. He must have fallen asleep. His muscles ached and felt unusual... And his head hurt. He raised his hand to rub his forehead, and stopped. He opened his eyes and beheld a strange sight. Hooves!
"What?"
He tried to stand up, and failed awkwardly.
"I must be a pony now... Hmm."
He rolled over and stood up on all fours.
"Ah, that's better. Now, who should I go to first? Oh, I know! Applejack!"
He looked around for somepony to ask directions to Sweet Apple Acres, when suddenly he was stopped. A tall, tan pony stood over him, a few inches taller than he was. Jack hesitated.
"Hello. I'm Time Turner. You've got a peculiar trace of Time Vortex on you, mind if I take a look?"
To be honest, Jack was relieved.
"I'm Jack."
Time Turner frowned.
"Odd name for a pony... You're not from around here, are you? You're British. Ponies aren't British."
Time Turner inspected Jack closely, and Jack became irritated.
"Well, you're British!"
Time Turner smiled, and said nothing. Jack suddenly felt uneasy and decided he wanted to find Applejack, and now.
"Where's Sweet Apple Acres?"
Time Turner suddenly seemed thoughtful and absentmindedly drew a map in the dirt with a hoof.
"Here you are. Just turn the corner here... and then go down this trail... you'll see it there."
Jack thought it looked like a bunch of scribbles, but he decided to just go along with it. This 'Time Turner' pony annoyed him.
"Thanks."
Time Turner ignored him and trotted off, towards a Blue Box. Jack was relieved to be rid of him, and walked towards Sweet Apple Acres. When he got there, he was stopped by a huge red pony, who he recognized as Applejack's brother, Big Macintosh.
"And just where do ya think you're goin'?"
"I'm new in town, and would like to meet... your sister."
Big Mac seemed taken aback at this, and moved aside. Once past Big Mac, he paused to look at the vast expanse of Sweet Apple Acres.