I was entered in another race. Great. I no longer loved racing, as it was repetitive for me. Every time I killed the field. I stayed at Tampa Bay in Sul's one-horse stable. It went on like this for a long time. Weeks of training with the pain whip, then a low-quality race where I won, over and over. I began to win by smaller and smaller margins. One day, I won by a head and was tired afterward. I knew I was at the bottom of the pit. This was how I was going to spend the rest of my life, and I had already spent 2 and a half years with Sul.

And then one day, Sul didn't show up to whip me. I was pretty surprised, and even more surprised when the only person to come near me that day was a stablehand, who gave me food and promptly left. I was forgotten after that. I was alone for 3 days with only the food in my stall. I heard footsteps on the fourth day and whinnied as loud as could. The footsteps stopped, then became quicker and louder.

"Holy crap, Ali, there's a horse in there!"
"I thought the man who used this stable was hauled off to jail?"
"Well, he was arrested for animal cruelty, and he didn't have a horse with him, so maybe this is the horse that got him arrested."

The man and woman came in and fed me. They led me out to another van. I turned and looked back at my barn of hatred and solitude. I wouldn't miss it.
I was unloaded from the van at a nice, pretty, green farm, and I was suspicious at first. I quickly realized these people were not like Sul. This was Lilyhope Farm, owned by Mrs. Alison and Mr. Hunter Taforg. I was turned out to pasture and fed and gently trained.

{Sul was turned in to the authorities by Repossess' old exercise rider who promised he would get him away from Sul.}