Streak stomped along ahead of them, leading the way. After a while, he stopped in front of a neat, well-kept little building sandwiched between two much taller buildings. "Here it is. Home sweet home." Streak said. The two behind the little pegasus looked at the faded wooden sign. It read "Orphanage", and a few other texts too faded to be legible. A teal unicorn filly with a purple cloak and one hind leg wrapped in bandages stood by the door, staring off into the distance with a far-away look in her pale silver eyes. She seemed to be snapped out of her trance when Streak approached, and she turned and looked at him with those pale eyes, nearly colourless but holding a brightness like two shiny silver coins. "I've been waiting for you." she informed Streak in a detached tone. "You always are, Crystal, I know. And I guess you've predicted where I've been and what I've been doing too?" Streak replied nonchalantly. The unicorn nodded. "Another fight. Even if I hadn't predicted it, I could still have seen the new bruises and scrapes among your older ones. Fireball's getting bored waiting for you." she said slowly. "Who are the others with you? They have cutie marks and look kind of old, so I don't think they're here to get their mark predicted or to join our group..."