7:45 A.M., Main Street, Ponyville, Business Section
The air is getting warmer, Enoch thought as he ambled down Main Street, hooves in his pockets, just enjoying the morning. Soon, summer will fully arrive, and the night sky can be seen clearly. He had a sense of closure about him, that he had paid off his debts, for the most part. The remainder could be satisfied in Canterlot, which, conveniently, was where the debtors were located. He already had a will written out in his own hoof-writing, and, in the event of his death, Soluna and the secrets it contained would be given to the Ponies of Equestria, in accordance with his wishes. The house itself and the adjoining buildings would most likely be turned into a museum or a Ponyville branch of Princess Celestia's School for Gifted Unicorns, in accordance with his wishes, once again, in the event of his death.
The gnarly wubs coming from Vinyl Scratch's electronica studio were in stark contrast with the elegant notes emanating from Octavia's classical studio across the street. He wished the two would produce another album together. The musicmares were often in friendly competition against each other, but when they put their heads together, they made phenomenal music. The sounds from both studios combined as they were on the street would give most ponies headaches, but Enoch found them strangely enjoyable. True, they gave him a headache too, but he liked the music. He flashed back to around three years ago. He had awarded her a Saddlevarius violin (a prize donated by a very wealthy family in Canterlot) for her superb performance in Canterlot's annual classical music competition, featuring the best up-and-coming musicians from not only Equestria, but the entire world. "A wonderful instrument for a wondeful musician," he had said. She was, according to the judges of the show, Equestria's finest celloist. Most of the townsponies in attendance agreed.
He sat down on a bench in front of Vinyl's shop. He had not lied to Fluttershy when he said he had to leave; he really ought to return to the house and finsh up preparations for the trip, but the morning was so soothing, he simply had an overwhelming desire to relax and simply enjoy the morning for an hour or two. A silly excuse, but true nonetheless. Still, something felt... not quite right. Two things, actually: He had none of Octavia's green tea to drink, and, most importantly, he was alone. He both absolutely hated to be alone, and was afraid of being alone. When he was alone, he had naught but his thoughts for company, and his thoughts were most unpleasant, especially now. Seeing the love that flowed between Ditzy and Dinky, and Fluttershy, Big Mac, and young Apple Turnover only threw into ever-clearer view the fact that he was a very lonely pony. He was truly alone, with nopony else even similar to him, rather like the Doctor, and even though he was the last of the Time Lords, the very last of his species in the entire Universe, the Doctor still had his TARDIS.
To tell the truth, he dreaded going to Canterlot and conferring with Princess Celestia. She brought up so many bad and happy memories, and just being in the same room with her brought them all raging to the forefront of his mind, forcing him to think through them, keep his train of thought and talk at the same time. His vision blurred and he raised a hoof and drew it across his eyes, taking away tears. He stared at them for a moment, surprised. Suddenly, he stood up, wiped his hoof on his trouser leg, turned around and loooked at Octavia's shop. The lights in the living quarters were on. Perhaps he would go and visit Octavia and talk to her about last night's symphonic movement, The Planets. Possibly have a cup of tea.
