Bernard poked his head into the ward and looked around. Much to his relief none of the “Mane Six” seemed to be around. He quickly stalked in and began looking around for Dr De Lancie’s glasses; apparently one of them had managed to replace them with a banana in the doctors coat pocket as a joke.
They’d only been recently re-released from isolation, the run in with the black suited “doctor” had left them deeply shaken up and required some ‘alone time’ to recuperate. Bernard had been secretly grateful not to have needed interact with them, he found them vaguely unsettling.
He finished checking Dianna Patterson’s room, the most likely suspect and moved onto Roxanna O’Donnell’s room.
Bernard stooped and blinked.
The rooms had been empty for two days. The girls had literally only been out of isolation for an hour and a half at most. “How did that get there?” Bernard muttered under his breath.
Sitting on Roxanna’s bed was a single, large, cerulean blue feather.