Lewis levitated Simon onto his back, concentrating and letting the magic do what it did magically. Simon wasn't very heavy, a bit chubby for his size, but not heavy. He nodded to the Doctor and they started walking, to where, Lewis had no idea. He followed the brown stallion and family into a house, where they had a couch to place Simon on. After removing Simon from his back and leaving him to rest for a while, Lewis explored the house and found the kitchen, where the Doctor and a pony who was apparently his wife were sitting at a table drinking a steaming liquid and eating muffins. Lewis sat with them and was passed a muffin, which proved tasty yet cartoonish. He looked up to thank the mare for the delicious muffin, but was taken aback when he realized her amber eyes were swiveling randomly in their sockets. He immediately tried to cover his shock, but she saw his reaction and laughed a beautiful, musical laugh. "My eyes go derpy sometimes, thats how I got my name, Derpy Hooves." Lewis sighed, glad he hadn't offended the mare who had welcomed him into his home.
"So, how do we get back to England?" He asked the Doctor. He and Derpy looked a bit embarassed. Lewis realized with despair. "There is no way to England, is there..." The pair stared into their drinks and shook their heads, and Lewis was crushed. His head dropped to the table with a thump, and soft sobbing could be heard from within the walls he had made with his forelegs. He looked up with tears in his eyes and a lump in his throat. "If theres no way home, then, that means we're stuck here, forever?"
"Who's stuck where forever?" Simon had regained conciousness after his star-stunned state. He saw Lewis's tears and the expressions of Derpy and the Doctor. "Oh," he said with sudden realization, "It's us..."
A full day had passed in England, although to Simon and Lewis it was only a few hours. Hannah sat, shocked, at the table in the kitchen of the flat she had shared with Lewis, a cup of coffee and a muffin, banana, with little chocolate chips in it. She picked tastelessly at the muffin, which her friends had sent her a basket of. She sipped the coffee, and winced at the bitter taste. she didn't bother putting in sugar or cream, she wanted to stay awake. She listened to the voice mail play over and over, all these people who were apparently "so sorry for her loss, her boyfriend and best friend in the same night." She just wanted him back. She heard a buzzer go off, indicating someone wanted to come inside. She ignored it, as it was probably just another well wisher or over dramatic person who wanted to make it about them. She heard a voice come over the speaker in the hall, but couldn't hear who it was or what it said. Honestly, she didn't care. She drank the last of the dark, bitter liquid that was at the bottom of her cup, then put it in the sink. She looked at the cabinet above the fridge, where they... she kept the alcohal. "Drinking won't bring him back, Hannah." She said aloud, and walked towards her room. She lay on the bed she had shared with him. She couldn't even bring herself to say his name now, it hurt too much. She stared at the ceiling and thought about what she was supposed to do now. She tried to sleep, but couldn't. The mixture of caffiene, stress and loneliness kept her awake. She sat up and walked back into the kitchen. She looked up at the cabinet, and tried to remember what was in it. Scotch, red wine, some vodka, and a bottle of tequila. She reached up and grabbed all four bottles. She grabbed a tumbler from the cupboard and some ice cubes from the freezer. She was going to try to remember everything about him, everything they had ever done, then she would try to forget.