“Another world.” Muse replied surprisingly nonchalantly. “Or, well, another setting, at least.” [i]I really should think up some less-confusing terminology…[/i] “Not so much ‘another world’ like the transition from your own world to this funny place; I guess you could call this place its own ‘realm’, then, and this little slice of Equestria is just one setting in this realm – or, well, I should say ‘version’, not ‘slice’, shouldn’t I? Yes, one version of Equestria. There are lots of versions of Equestria here. But I mean, to even things out, we also have lots of versions of SBURB, Panem, the Kanto region, and of course plenty of original settings. And none of them have any real transitions between them.” He stopped speaking at the perfect moment as he stood just inches in front of a wall of pouring rain. Bright sunlight still shined on Muse and Ebil. 

“Here,” Muse spoke as he began to take off his leather jacket, then draped it over his own and Ebil’s head. “There’s an old house not too far ahead. Hopefully we can seek shelter there - but we don’t want to get drenched in the meantime, eh?” he grinned. “I say we make a run for it on ‘three’. One, two… THREE!”