Broken Heart unpacked his things at the inn he was staying in.
If it were up to him, he wouldn't be seeing a therapist.
But of course his coworkers in Manehattan sent him all the way to Ponyville for therapy.
In Broken Hearts eyes, therapy was a waste of time.
No pony, no matter how hard they tried, can just simply take away all his bad memories.
And being in Ponyville wouldn't help him at all.
After the things that happened here.
He gloomily picked up his cat, Hemlock, and went across the street to the "life guidance" office.
He sat down on the uncomfortable chairs in the waiting room and waited for his appointment.