On your way to the train station, you decide to stop by a nearby newspaper stand for something to read on your ride home. The latest issue of the daily Canterlot News catches your eye with a picture of a familiar mare on the front cover.

You trade 1 Gold Bit for a newspaper.

Before putting the newspaper away in your sidereal bag, you glance at the date: 19th of Sextilis, 1024. You realize that you have left on your adventure over two weeks ago, and that there will be much catching up to do.

Your party weaves through increasingly busy streets, and makes it to the station as the train arrives. You join a short queue at the booth there, where you wait your turn to buy a ticket each, then board the train.

You trade 5 Gold Bits for Train Ticket, which you then give to the train conductor.

Once seated in a car, you pull out your newspaper, and begin to read an article along with your friends. The article reads:

"During last Friday's Canterlot Concert, a duo from the faraway city-state of Haytlantis took everypony by surprise. Accompanied by the beats of world-renowned producer DJ Pon-3, the two as-of-yet nameless musicians performed an astounding original song that completely stole the show — and our hearts!

While the pair could not be reached for comment after the event, readers rejoice: last night, they announced that a coast-to-coast tour around Equestria is planned sometime this fall. More details to come in future issues..."

Alongside the article is a black-and-white picture of Furia Storm and another mare, who you presume to be the pony form of Queen Maelstrom, playing and singing on stage. If you didn't know any better, you would think them established pop stars from a big city.

Apple Basket: "Hold on a minute, ain't that the hero of Amblerta?"

Moonflower: "Yuh uh! Sounds like she's been busy since she got back. Ooh! Do you think we can catch one of her shows? I've never been to one!"

You tell Moonflower that you'd love to. Seeing how the article is selling her popularity, however, it doesn't seem like those tickets will come cheap. But to witness your musical friend in her element, you'd pay nearly any price.

As you discuss the success of your siren friend, you take a moment to lunch on some colourfully assorted salad, and a few seasoned breadsticks. You feel satiated.

Soon, the train slows to a stop — your stop —, and you step outside and onto the modest wooden platform. You breathe in the flowery summer air of Hoofington, and your muzzle curves into a smile. You are finally home.