It's hearts and hooves day, and Braeburn is still left without a special somepony. He keeps looking and looking, but can't find any other colts-at least ones that would be interested in him. It seems like searching for a needle in a haystack, and it's going to be another hearts and hooves day alone. But maybe he's searching in the wrong places. Maybe his needle isn't on the ground, but above his head, in the sky.