Lewis crept down one of the many dark streets of trottingham remaining unseen by anything or any pony, not because he was trained or because he was using a spell, simply because he was a very quiet unnoticeable young stallion. As he came to the edge of an alley he heard a faint crackling coming from said alley. He peered around the corner to see a group of changelings sleeping near a small fire to keep warm. The crackling he heard though was no the fire but a radio one of the changelings had left out. "a radio!? I think I can get it if I'm quiet enough... and Celestia knows I could use it....." He slid around the corner and tippie-hooved over to the radio, grabbed it quickly, and left the same way he came. He trotted quickly to a near by building when he heard a voice over the radio say
Lewis thought for a moment "hmm I guess I should at least go and see if he needs help.... Or has food..." His stomach rumbled and he looked down at it then nodded. "I'll go and see if they need any help. The bank is only a few blocks from here anyway..." With that he stepped back outside and quietly made his way towards the bank.