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When the Doctor woke up, he shook his head. What a strange dream, he thought to himself. He dusted himself off, and walked over and opened the Tardis's door.

"What a lovely day," he sighed to himself. "Haven't seen a day like this in what seems like forever." He looked around. It was beautiful outside indeed, but there was something off about this place. It seemed cheerier than normal.

"Whoa…" said a female voice. The Doctor's ears perked up.

Good, he thought. Maybe I can get some closure on what this place is. He walked around to where the voice came from.

"Excuse me, miss, can yo-" The Doctor began, but caught sight of a grey pony. "Oh, I must be imagining things," The Doctor said, feeling silly.

After all, ponies can't talk.

"Can I help you sir?" asked the grey pony walking up to him. The Doctor shook his head.

"No? Are you sure? You look pretty new. Are you from Phillydelphia?" the pony asked. Her brow furrowed in confusion over her crossed eyes.

Well, maybe they can, The Doctor thought. After all, its not like I've come in contact with anything more peculiar than this.

"Phillydelphia?"

"Oh, well I thought that you were. All of the well educated ponies are from either Canterlot or Phillydelphia, and from the looks of it, you're not as fancy as Canterlot ponies," She rambled.

"I'm not from either of those cities, I'm afraid," The Doctor said wide eyed. He eyed her.

"Why do you have wings and that peculiar mark on your backside?" He walked around her. "Is it a condition?"

The pony laughed. "Well, um, I'm a Pegasus." She stretched out her wings. "My wings aren't as fancy as higher class pegasi, like Princess Celestia, but they work, see?" She flapped her wings and flew around the Tardis.

"What is the mark for? Is it a tattoo?" The Doctor asked, astounded. The grey pony looked at him like he was stupid.

"It's my cutie mark, dingaling. Everypony gets one when they've found their special talent," she said, landing. She pointed a hoof at the Doctor's rear end.

"See, look. You have an interesting one."

The Doctor looked at himself. He wasn't wearing his usual simple clothes, or shoes. He had four brown legs and a red bowtie around his neck. He lifted a hoof. It was flat, and there wasn't a hoof. He looked at his backside. There was a hourglass of brilliant hues of sandy yellows and golds.

"Well, I never…" he said to himself.

"What is your special talent anyways?" The grey pony asked. "What is your name?"

"I'm the doctor."

"Doctor who?"

"It's just the Doctor," The Doctor said. It was almost routine saying those four words.

"Your cutie mark is an hour glass…" the derp-eyed pony said, thinking.

"That's because I'm a Time Lord. I travel through time and space, and the TARDIS brought me to this particular moment," he said. The other pony listened closely. "Now, what particular moment are we in, Miss…?"

"Ditzy. I'm Ditzy Doo," Ditzy said. The Doctor giggled.

"Does everyone-"

"Everypony," Ditzy corrected him. The Doctor stared blankly at her for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"What, what's so funny?" Ditzy Doo said, confused. The Doctor kept laughing.

"Does every- does everypony say that around here? Do you all have silly two worded names?" The Doctor asked, his laughter dying to a chuckle.

"Um, no," said Ditzy. "There is a unicorn named Rarity that runs Carousel Boutique. You're a really strange pony, Doctor."

"Ah, yes. Now back to the original topic," the Doctor said, starting to walk away from the TARDIS. Ditzy flew behind him. "What particular moment is about to happen here?"

"Oh no," Ditzy said, her crossed eyes becoming worrisome.

The Doctor turned quickly around. "What is it?" he began to grow excited for the new task. Perhaps the TARDIS didn't need to be recalibrated after all.

"MY MUFFINS!" exclaimed the cross-eyed pony. She shot across the park, ruffling the trees from the fast wind coming from her wings.

"Muffins?" the Doctor said, full of anticipation. He ran after her.