--you are ie pony—
>You wave back at Anon as he leaves. 
>Your not sure why he did that, but it must mean something nice.
>Yawning, you trot over to the couch and lay down, ready to take a nap.
>There was nothing else to do but wait until Anon gets back.
>Hold on
>When was Anon getting back?
>He never said.
>You jump up with a sudden surge of panic, then quickly take a calming breath.
“Silly IE, Anon wouldn’t leave you alone for long.”
“And besides, Anon hugged you. Hugs usually mean that you like someone. So I have nothing to worry about.”
>Curling back up, you try to sleep.
>But after the miniature panic attack, sleep seems impossible. 
>Sighing, you sit up and decide to browse the internet to see what this new world was like.
>Pretty quickly, you discovered these things called “memes”
>They were funny at first, but they got boring pretty quickly.
>With nothing else to do, you browse through the internet, trying to find a decent website to hang around on.
>Nothing comes up. 
>Damn.
>Sighing, you close out of the page you were on and stretch your legs. 
“Well, I might as well look around.”
>Why were you talking to yourself?
“Ah well, I'll look that up later.”
>The first place you head is Anon’s room. 
>It was relatively clean, aside from the odd sock and piece of trash.
>The next place you head is a small, shiny, and very clean room.
>After a brief search, you discover that this is the bathroom. 
>Over on the side you see a large stall with a door. 
“I wonder what that thing is.”
>You try googleing it, but that takes too long.
>And besides, what’s the worst thing that could happen?
>You manage to open the door and climb inside.
>There was a round thing with little nubs up above your head.
>After a search, you came to the conclusion that this was a phone booth.
“What an odd place for a phone booth, but who am I to say what’s odd?”
>You were about to leave the booth when the best idea struck you.
“I Know! I should call Anon! He’ll be so happy to hear from me, and I’ll be able to figure out when he’s coming home!”
>You were a genius sometimes.
>After further inspection, you see two knobs, one labeled “C” and the other labeled “H”
>Obviously they stood for “call” and “hang up”.
>You turn the “C” one and shout “Call Anon.”
>Technology was amazing	
>But instead of a dial tone, you are blasted in the face with freezing cold water, instantly soaking you. 
>You yelp and leap out of the booth, uttering a stream of recently learned curse words.
“What the hell was that?”
>You search through the internet again to find your mistake. 
>It turns out that the contraption was not a phone booth, but in fact, a shower.
>That makes sense.
>Giggling at your mistake, you turn off the water and look around for something to dry you off.
>You notice a stack of white… towels in the corner and grab one.
>Now for the hard part.
>After trying to dry yourself off with your hooves, you settle in just wrapping yourself in the towel and rolling around until you were dry. 
>After you were sufficiently dry, you fight your way out of the towel and bounce out of the bathroom.