Janet didn’t falter. “I need to see that for myself. I’ll know evil when I see it.”

Tracy turned towards the doorway. “Then walk straight through and don’t stop. I told Rose you were bringing some breakfast stuff. She knows one place still open this late that we might be able to get a few more. But rather than going ourselves, we thought… I guess you’ll just have to see it for yourself.”

By now, Tracy had seen far too many people make this transition—probably more than the lease intended. There was no reason to anticipate anything particularly unusual. If anything, he was most interested to see what would happen to a pantsuit when it crossed from one universe to another.

Janet didn’t linger by the threshold, leaning back and forth and debating internally the way his friends from home did. She marched right past him, crossing from one world into another.

The actual transition was a blur, just as it had been on the first trip through. He saw feathers and a flash of claws, then she was on the other side.

There would be no having a conversation between worlds. Tracy followed, tossing the box into the air so he could catch it between his back and his wings on the other side. He nailed the transition perfectly, balancing the box on his shoulders as he slid past Janet to open the door.

He hadn’t been imagining things, Janet wasn’t a pony. Her face was narrower, with an avian beak and a pair of gold eyes. She had a mane and tail in the same places, but those were blue and green feathers, not fur. Her coat looked the same though, and from the waist she looked like a pony.

A pony wearing a pantsuit, looking like she might topple over sideways at any moment.

“Welcome to my apartment,” he said, pushing the door open in front of her. “And, I suppose, welcome to Equestria.”