"Uh.. ugh... oh...," a groggy voice echoed from the small room, "Is it... morning yet...?"
A white stallion with yellow and blue hair, messy hair, that is, arose slowly from his bed. "Geo- *yawn* -Geoffrey, what time is it...?"
"Exactly 10:47, Solar. I believe you're meeting is in exactly one hour and five minutes. If I were you, I would get ready," the AI, Geoffrey, said from his handheld device sitting on the night stand. Solar couldn't believe his eyes. He was going to be late if he didn't do anything.
Running to grab his hat and fashion on his bow tie, Solar checked with his AI friend, "When's the train leaving?"
"In exactly five minutes and 6 seconds. I 'advise' you head to the station immediately," he said, almost sounding monotone, probably joking. To Solar, Geoffrey- Or the Adviser, which was his nickname -couldn't really be mistaken for a real pony. Except the fact that he's an AI, and he's not always using his physical form. But this was no time to think of his friend. He quickly snatched an already packed bag, and Geoffrey's device, to which he fixed onto his leg, and dashed straight out of the doorway to the train station. As predicted, it was there, almost ready to leave, it's passengers already in waiting for the small journey to Canterlot.
Solar reached the train, wiping invisible sweat off his forehead, "Phew. We really just caught on, didn't we?"
"I guess so. The ride shouldn't take that long, but I assume you should rest for now. The courtesy call has just started, and we don't want to be tired for that"
The train chugged along the track, and Solar sat on a chair, waiting impatiently for him to meet his 'crew'. It almost seemed like an eternity, but he finally reached Canterlot, and got off. He then walked off the station platform, and onto a road to where he was supposed to go. He fixed his glasses, and knew that he was going to have the time of his life.