Rorrick glanced around as he walked along the street, keeping his head low and frowning at everything. He'd heard of Manehattan as a young colt. "An amazing city with all the new innovations coming out of it," they'd said. It was where all the big innovations came from, like electric lights and spells that could snuff out entire forest fires. Rorrick sneered as he passed beneath a large glowing sign, powered by electricity and held aloft with magic. Manehattan certainly was full of new things, but instead of being excited at the prospect of finally being in this marvelous metropolis, Rorrick only glared. Everywhere he looked he saw things he'd helped build the prototype components of. Electricity? Ha! He laughed at electricity. Before his accident he'd been close to making it an antique. Suspension bridges? Freestanding skyways had been number fifty-three on his to-do list. The Statue of Liberty? Triplicate the height and halve the weight, then he'd be impressed. Without him this city would only recently have built any of the old things taken for granted here. And what thanks did he get? What recognition? Even a bloody mention!? No! None! Zero! Those unscrupulous pigs he called friends had screwed him over and left him for history's dustbin like an old piece of trash!
Rorrick stopped walking when he noticed his jaw was hurting. He blinked and found he was grinding his teeth like a grain mill, actually making an audible sound like scraping rocks. Shaking his head he sat back on his haunches and rubbed his jaw, "Ow," He muttered, the pain dulling his surge of anger. He grunted and pushed thoughts of his old life away. Someday he'd try to right the wrongs done to him, and Celestia knew that would be a challenge, but not today.
That thought did so much as to make Rorrick smile briefly. Celestia, maybe not everything had changed. Equestria still had its kind hearted ruler, and if you believed the stories, her sister had even returned from her supposedly eternal exile. Rorrick snorted derisively at that thought. Many things had changed, but some things he knew were absolute; fixed. Reassured by this idea, Rorrick continued his walk, eventually reaching the end of the street and beholding the trees and grass of Centrot Park.
He gave another brief smile as he stepped off the paved road to walk on the grass. Still the same soft earth and towering trees Equestria had always had. Not everything had changed. His smile vanished as he breathed deeply and sighed loudly. He still had to confront the fact, the world was different. It wasn't the one he'd know. He was new to this strange land, this Equestria, and he needed to find his place again.
And so, coming full circle after a fashion, Rorrick retreated into thought as he wandered the park. He abandoned pesky emotion for the moment in favor of cool logic, his oldest, truest, last friend. He treated his situation like he had lab problems. The situation? He was a hundred years removed and had, for all intents and purposes, been born yesterday. Objective? To return to his old life or, barring that, begin a new one. How was he going to complete the objective?
Well, that was going to take a few more laps around the park to figure out.