Your mind wonders off…

You live in a small, ranch-style house that doesn’t even have an attic. The notion of owning this whole place? Unreal… You could become a Duchess or a Countess by virtue of ownership! The Duchess of this frozen… wasteland…

Hmm…

Oh! What if you turned it into a race track?! Then you could-

Your stomach growls and you feel a sharp pain. Your hoof clutches your tummy-tum and you explain how tired and hungry you are. The group agrees to eat, rest, and sleep for now. Everypony will rotate a guard-shift every two-and-a-half hours. Your shift is last, so you eat up, crawl under your blanket, and fall asleep to the sound of the others still talking.

Of course, you’ll still have to decide about what to do with the baggage situation in the morning. For now, you dream about racing for some reason.