The Spirit said, "Come, we haven't much time and there is yet more to see". Grasping Collection Notice with their magic, the twosome vanished from the old schoolhouse with a quiet "pop!"
With another "pop!" Collection Notice and the Spirit found themselves in a city much more like the Canterlot Collection was familiar with. Shaking his head rapidly for a moment to dispel lingering dizziness, Collection Notice looked around and saw many massive factories and warehouses. One such warehouse, in particular, stood out to him "By the Sun," he muttered to himself "it cannot be".
The Spirit quirked an eyebrow, or at least gave an expression that resembled said gesture, and inquired "What cannot be?"
Collection Notice gave no response and fairly raced to the door of the warehouse and looked up at the heavy wooden sign hung proudly from the eaves, Stouthearth Shipping Co. "Why it's Old Stout's place" Scrooge crowed gaily with a gleam in his eye, "I was but a greenhorn here". The Spirit