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A few days have passed since Roger left the hospital, luckily his health was stable enough to let him go but somehow his wings took a permanent damage of the treatmen from that minotaur, making it really hard for him to keep his wings folded on his side plus being turned into a flower didn't do him any favor as well. The night just have come over the city and most ponies would already be at home, spending their time in the warmth of their families or at least in warm home but not roger, roger just wanders around in the streets, streets that are just as empty as his his eyes, his ears folded flat against his head and his wings dragging on the cold and wet floor. His walking stops for a moment as he notices the first rain drop falling on his nose, with a heavy sigh he would look up at the dark sky as more and more rain begins to drop own on him, yep, at least now the weather express his emotions perfeclty right now. With another heavy sigh he begins to walk in the direction of his camp, don't noticing that he lost one of his most importanted pictures, a picture that reminds him of better times, a picture that now flies with the night wind through the city. #rp