The next morning, Applejack found herself in Skye's bed alone. She got up and went to see what he was doing in the hangar. She found him looking at a picture of him holding his deceased daughter, Emily, standing next to the biplane, with smiles on their faces.

She put her hooves around him and asked, "Are ya okay, Skye?"

"Yeah.", he sniffed, nuzzling her, "I'm just fine."

"Are you sure? Yesterday, I saw a side of you I've never seen before. What was that all about?", Applejack inquired, deeply concerned.

"Well, it's just that after Emily died, and I broke up with Mandy, I was very depressed. So instead of hitting the liquor constantly, I found an addiction to blowing things up. It was something that satisfied me, yet I didn't need constantly.", Skye explained.

"More satisfying than last night?", she grinned, kissing his nose.

"No, not as satisfying, My Sweet Applejack.", he smiled, kissing her back.

"Hey! Whatcha guys doing?", Applebloom asked, walking into the barn with her friends the Cutie Mark Crusaders.

Skye and Applejack quickly pulled away from each other as Skye said, "Nothing much, do you girls need something?"

"Yeah, we were wondering if we could borrow Emily for a while. Can we?", Sweetie explained.

"Ya wanna borrow Emily for what now?", Applejack asked, furrowing her brow in confusion.

"To wash! We're supposed to do 1 nice thing for someone, then write about it for a school project!", Scootoloo replied.

"That's probably a good idea, Emily could use a bath.", Skye smiled, pulling Applejack to his side and nuzzling her.

"Yeah, Daddy! I've been getting dusty!", said a small voice, making everyone jump.

Then, a transparent filly, who looked like an older version of Emily like Applejack saw in the photo.

"Daddy?", the filly asked, floating to Skye, a ghostly tear falling as she did.

"Em...Em...Emily? But...5 years ago...you...you..."

"I drowned. I know, I've been hiding in your plane since. I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier...", the filly, dubbed as Emily sighed.

Skye just reached out and tapped her, to make sure his hoof wouldn't go through her, and then he squeezed her tightly.

"Come on, girls. Let's give them some privacy.", Applejack smiled, leading the Crusaders out of the hangar, while Skye and his ghostly daughter had a tearful reunion.

Until a tall, dark, cloaked figure stood in front of them with a scythe.

"I'm here for the filly."