It was a brand new day for Felix Steamheart, this commemorated the first year of his self studies on the properties of steam, the properties of metals, and aerodynamics. His project: create a working glider, using steam, to allow earth ponies to fly. He still had a good four year of studying before he could really start trying, but this was his first big moment in his carrier. Being that he had studied, with almost no breaks for 364 days, this would be his first real, full day off. This was his opportunity to really get out in Ponyville and meet new ponies. This day was going to be good, it had to.
With a deep breath of outside air Felix took a hardy breath and trotted out the door. With a quick stretch and snap of the neck, he was off. Where to go, where to go... Nobody knows, and neither did Felix, he simply trotted off a random direction through Ponyville. Never sure of his goal, window shopping, meeting new ponies, whatever it was he had a look in his eyes, the look of a mission... Even if the mission may have been to find a mission.
It was only then Felix began to think to himself, "Hmmm... Well, I've seen lots of nice little shops, trinkets and fruits... lots of ponies... maybe, maybe I should say hi, after all, I haven't seen anyone but my friends and family for a whole year now, but who to talk to? So many faces, some of them look really friendly, and well, others I can say now I better avoid. Oh bother, what to do?"
Lost in his pondering the poor pony didn't notice he had begun to walk in circles, right there, in the middle of the street. No conscience effort was made to address this until some stray pony bumped passed him, at which point he choked to say, "excuse me," however in his bewilderment nothing actually came out of his mouth. So far wasn't a great start, but that didn't mean much, "of course," thought Felix, "this can still be a splendorous day!"
With nothing but a sense of extreme optimism Felix resumed his perusing. What could he do but explore Ponyville. Maybe if he found another inventor's shop they could talk, but no luck yet. It was at this point where, in frustration, he paced slowly to the nearest wall and banged his head, perhaps even more strange, softly. By sheer coincidence his location was mere feet away from the door of which stood Dusk moments ago.