As they pull into traffic, Mal and Terry listen intently to the clanging hooves behind them.
"Go easy, Mal."
"Yeah... he doesn't sound too steady."
Terry pulls out her phone and emails the front desk that they are on the way. As she replaces the phone in her jacket pocket (it is fall. a little chilly) she runs her hands over the gold pen she found when they first got on the scene. She couldn't figure out why she felt like she had to have it and felt no guilt for picking up an item she soon learned was at a place of interest to the local police. But there it was, pretty, weighty, slightly masculine in design but certainly it was hers, now.
Mal looked at the dashboard clock. "Hey, your shift is over. Want me to drop you off and see you later tonight? I can drive you in tomorrow."
"I don't know, maybe I should go with the horse, he has had a lot of stress."
"He'll be fine, you saw how calm he was after a little while. Your place or mine?"