Byron woke up with a yawn. The rain had stopped, and the other ponies were still asleep. "Looks like I got an early start!" Byron said. He wandered around the cottage, looking for the sweet tea. He found himself in Discere's room. His drawer was slightly opened, and he saw a journal in there. He knew it was wrong to snoop, but he opened the journal to a random page. It talked about a White pegasus in his dreams every night, the same dream over and over. Just then, Discere started stirring, and put down the book on the dresser, leaving the drawer wide open. Byron ran to the bed, and pretended to sleep.