(https://youtu.be/-5R9CrRkELo) Up before the sun begins to peek over the horizon, Nar prepares himself for another early day at his restaurant. He's as careful as can be when getting ready. He doesn't want to wake Amy, or Kishi up early. Shower, brush teeth, clothing, breakfast. An everyday routine by now. Nar's been working the 4 AM shift for over a year now. After his father was diagnosed over a year ago, he wanted to make sure his son would be able to take on all the duties of the restaurant if he passed away. Nar had desperately hoped it would never come to that, but unfortunately, it did. Now, he wakes up at 3 AM, 5 days a week (only an hour later on Sundays), for his 4am-2PM shifts at his restaurant. Not that he minds. He'd still do this, even if his father were still here.  Try as he might, sometimes Nar isn't as quiet as he wants to be with his morning routine. Around 10 minutes before he needs to leave, Nar hears the babbling voice of Kishi coming from his room upstairs. Going up to investigate, Nar finds the little colt stood at the edge of his crib, shaking the bars in an attempt to get his parents' attention. Putting a finger up to his lips, Nar signals for Kishi to be quiet. "Shhhhh. It's veeeeerrry early, sport. Mama needs her sleep." His voice is soft, and quiet. With Kishi's room being fairly close to the master bedroom, Nar doesn't want to risk waking Amy up. Kishi reaches up towards his father, and is quickly scooped up. As soon as Kishi is in his arms, Nar notices the smell coming off of him. Ah. Time for a diaper change. He places Kishi on the changing table in his room with great care. The little colt kicks his feet for a bit before Nar is able to calm him enough to get to work.  One changed diaper, and a thorough hand washing later, Nar puts Kishi back to bed, and sets out for work.  The early morning air is cool, and refreshing on Nar's skate to work. A crisp, chilly breeze brushes against his fur. In a way, it reminds him of when he used to live in Vanhoover. Though, it's not nearly as cold, and there's not a flake of snow to be seen right now. On top of that, it's going to jump up to about 80 degrees by about 1 PM. So he plans to enjoy this cool, crisp air while he can. Arriving at the restaurant just 3 minutes late, Nar heads inside to begin prep for today. Alone inside the restaurant for 5 hours, Nar prepares all the ingredients that will be needed for today's meals. He takes out the noodles he started yesterday to finish for today before starting another batch for tomorrow. Raw meats are portioned, and prepared to be cooked. The broths for today's soups  are started, and will be ready by the time customers start coming in at 10:30. It's a lot of work for one person, but Nar isn't about to ask any of his staff to wake up at 3 AM to be alone at the store until 9 AM. Most of his employees are young adults in college, or older folks who need their rest. Plus, he gets to listen to whatever he wants while no one else is here. So he can keep listening to his audiobooks while he works. About an hour before the first opener is scheduled to come in, Nar receives a call. It's just a standard business call from one of his suppliers, telling him about a delay with one of the supplies he'd ordered. Annoying, but not too uncommon. They'll be sending him extra when the shipment comes in to compensate. Thankfully, the rapport his dad has built up with the restaurant's suppliers, and business partners has followed Nar. He's had a pretty productive professional relationship with all the companies, and people his restaurant works with, and it's made running the place much smoother for him. After the call, Nar goes to put his phone away. He pauses when he notices that his home screen background has changed. It seems like a drawing he made, but he doesn't remember doing so. The drawing has two crudely drawn faces, with a name under each. Once is of a filly with pastel blue fur, and white hair. Underneath her are the words "COOKIE. DAUGHTER." The second drawing is of a mare with light orange hair, green eyes, and glasses. The text underneath her drawing reads "AUTUMN. GIRLFRIEND." At the bottom of the screen, in big, bold letters is the word "".  Why do those two look oddly familiar? Like... Like he knows them on a personal level? Nar stares down at the drawing. His mind trying to dredge up any memories about these two it can find. At first, all he finds are memories of Amy, and Kishi. Yet, as he begins to really focus on the memories, they begin to distort. Faces blur, and colors change. Entire scenes dredged up from the depths of his mind changing as they surface. Synapses fire rapidly. Kicking his thoughts into overdrive as he tries to piece everything together.  A memory of a hospital room comes to the forefront. Amy lies in the bed, cradling newborn Kishi. Nar is crying, but... They aren't tears of joy. Why would he not be happy about his own son's birth? Amy's face begins to blur. Her colors shifting as though someone were using some sort of color filter on her. Her form begins to shift before him. Slowly, Amy's form becomes a blur of color, and features. Kishi disappears from her arms. Instead, a little pegasus girl clutches to his hand. She seems... concerned. Nar focuses on the woman in the hospital bed once more. Her form beginning to solidify before him. Orange hair, glasses, green eyes, bat wings. There's a cast on her leg.  The memory hits him like a truck. Realization dawns like that of a divine revelation.