“I don't know much about your life beyond these warm walls. The fleeting sense of love within these god forsaken halls. And you can't hear it in his voice, in every call. This mare who slept a hundred years had something after all.”

It’s funny how empty I felt after the fight. For as much as they hurt me, and as badly as they’d hurt Frosty, I didn’t feel angry. When the time came to shoot, I did. There were no emotions to it. After everything I’d learned about myself, and for as much as I knew the flames inside me wanted to claw their way out, I was perfectly calm in those moments. I could feel the flames I carried inside still there, but they hadn’t flared once in the chaos.

And that worried me.

“Admiring the universe?” Predious spoke up from beside me. I hadn’t seen or heard him come up to me, and frankly, that was annoying.

“What?” I snorted and glanced at his cheery expression. “There’s nothing interesting for blocks on end. Just the same dull, gray wasteland that’s always been there.” I returned my gaze to the road ahead. “Nothing here to admire.”

“It was a joke.” He hooked his hoof around my neck and pulled himself into my personal space. “You were staring off into space, you see. I assumed you had something heavy on your mind, so I attempted to make you smile.”

“Nah, nothing heavy.” I sighed. “Actually, it’s pretty light.” I looked up and smiled at him. He merely shot a look at me like I’d stopped halfway through. “Light. You know, fire?” Now my explanation changed his expression to one of concern. “It was a joke…”

“Right.” He nodded slowly and removed his hoof from around my neck. He kept his eye on me as he went back to walking beside me normally. “Well, I’m glad to hear you are alright. My patch up job holding together?”

“Yeah.” I pulled my coat back as we walked and looked over my bandaged side. He’d only healed the compound part of the fracture with a potion, but my ribs were still broken in my chest. Thank Celestia for Med-X. “It’s not uncomfortable, but I’m going to need some actual treatment when we get there.” I glanced back at the wagon. “After we get Frosty all patched up that is.” At least Fruit had been able to stabilize her for the time being.

“Where did you learn to do that?” Shadow’s voice came from my other side. It made me jump from the suddenness, and that made my ribs hurt. I shot him an annoyed glare to find him hovering beside me so close that when I did, I’d shoved my nose against his.

“First of all, personal space.” I said with a grunt. I pushed him away, watching him drift back a bit with a nervous look. “Second of all, you shouldn’t start halfway through a thought. Some Goddess damned context might help.” Honestly, I probably shouldn’t be giving him a hard time about it. From how he giddily talked about taking out a couple of those raiders, I should be thankful he was there to help.

“Sorry.” He sputtered and tried to regain his train of thought. “I was asking about how you were fighting. You cleared a whole building like it was nothing, and you stared down that other mare without even flinching. I knew combat veterans at the academy who couldn’t do it as efficiently as you did.”

“It’s something you get good at fast down here, or you die.” I said as I turned my look back towards the road ahead again. Up ahead, I could see the edge of Tenpony tower creep around the corner of one of the ruins as we approached it. “Even with somepony teaching you, if you don’t have the reflexes or the smarts, you’re done for.”

“So who taught you?” He asked simply.

To him, that question was just like any other he’d asked. I wasn’t sure if I should feel insulted that he’d insinuated that I’d needed help. It was true that I had help, but he didn’t understand the gravity of what he asked. He didn’t get it. The wasteland is cruel, and even those who have mastered it end up in the dirt some days all the same.

“Alright there, romeo.” Harmony spoke up from behind him. “Ah think that there’s enough questionin’ fer one day.” Her heavy steps pushed him aside as she trotted up next to me. At least she had the decency to be loud when she came to my side. “Sides, we’re almost at Tenpony. Y’all best be gittin ya things ready, cause there ain’t a short list of things needin’ doin’ here.”

“Harmony?” I looked up to her and watched as she smiled. “Do you really think your mother can help?” If we couldn’t somehow acquire a ship to go after the Necromancer, it was all over.

“Between the stories she’s told me, and the fact that she’s the meanest mare ya ever seen when she’s wantin somethin’,” She looked me in the eye as she spoke. “Ya can bet yer flank that she’ll git ya somethin ta help.”

“Yep, I can agree with that.” Fruit Cup said as he trotted up to behind us. I looked back and watched as he smiled tiredly at us. “Your mother was always the one who did what needed to be done. No matter what the cost, she stood by what she knew was right.” He let off a sigh that I wasn’t sure was regretful or happy. “It was a sad day when she left the Rangers, but we all knew that it would be better for you and Short Staff in the long run.”

“Hey!” The familiar voice of a certain striped asshole I knew called out from up ahead of us. “Took you all long enough.” Ficha spoke up from the corner of the building next to the Tenpony parking lot.

The closer we got, the less open the lot looked. There were tents of refugees camped out all around Tenpony. Several barrel fires burned brightly as the ponies around them tried to stay warm. A few foals ran about giggling and tossing snowballs at each other. It was a much different sight from the that of Sunset City. The ponies here looked less ragged and starved. Now I could see why Short Staff had been doing daily runs between Tenpony and the Garage. These ponies had more than enough to go around.

“Hey, Asshole.” Gauge called out. “My mom almost died getting us here, so shut yer fucking striped muzzle before I rip it off you.”

“Gauge! Watch your language.” Fruit Cup growled and turned to her. For some reason, even though he was mad, it didn’t carry the same weight as when Frosty had told her the same. With a grumble, he turned back to Ficha and held a hoof out. “Sorry. Racism is an… occupational trait she picked up. I apologize for her manners.”

“Not the first time.” He said with a smile. “Besides, all my best friends insult me.” He paused and stuck his neck out as I walked by. “Isn’t that right, Mon Chéri?”

“Not in the mood today, asshole.” I shot him an annoyed look and walked right past him. I didn’t care if I proved his point, I just wanted to get inside.

Both Harmony and I pushed through the crowded lot. In some regards, even though they looked healthier, there felt like there were more ponies here than at Sunshine. A few of them called out to us as we passed, asking for spare bits or food, but I didn’t spare them even a glance. Harmony let out a small chuckle as we approached the steps up to the tower. She waved her hoof to the cream colored stallion who stood in front of the door out front.

“Heya, Oil Can!” She cheerfully called out as she climbed the stairs. “Been a good while since I seen either you or ya sister.” She walked up and hugged the pegasus stallion, who blushed at the embrace. “By the way, how's Dipstick holding up?"

“D-dad? Oh, you know, this cold makes his wings ache.” He averted his eyes with a smile and rubbed at his mane nervously. “Mother does what she can, but Drip Pan and I are looking into finding somepony who can do some surgery to help.” His smile grew as he looked down at Harmony. Goddesses, he had a crush on her and he couldn’t hide it to save his life. “H-how are you?”

“You know, doc Stibitz back at the bunker is a wiz with an Auto-Doc." Fruit Cup called out as he climbed the steps. It drew the strained gaze of the pegasus to him and nearly wiped the smile from his muzzle. “I might be able to ask if he could make a trip out here for you."

“Really? That would be great, though we don't have a lot of caps saved up yet." His eyes brightened as he thought about it. “But if there is anything you can do, we will make sure to scrounge up enough for it.” He seemed to relax for a moment before he looked down at Harmony. His blush returned in an instant and I let out a sigh of boredom. “Now, what c-can I do for you today, Harmony?”

“We need to see my Mother.” Harmony said in a rather soft tone. She twisted her hoof against the concrete under her and blushed as brightly as he did. “Can you call her for me?” Wow, that was either the most convincing acting I’d ever seen, or she genuinely liked him. Knowing how well Harmony could haggle, honestly I wasn’t sure which one it was.

“I-I can let you in, but not them.” He pointed over to us. “Sorry, T-tower orders...” He was cut short by a buzzing sound coming from the intercom beside him. He reached over quickly and flipped the switch to it.

“Oil, is there some problem with the ponies at the door?” The voice of an older mare came through with an accusatory tone. “Because from where I’m sitting, it looks to be my daughter and her friends.” Her voice sounded extra crisp for that last sentence. Oil Can straightened himself out as she spoke.

“I-It is your daughter, M-ma’am.” He spoke up with a worse stutter than before. “She may enter, but her friends...”

“Are fine to enter.” She snipped through the box over his shoulder. “Just keep out anypony who looks like they’ll cause any trouble. From what I can see, they have an injured pony with them.” There was a soft crackle as Oil nodded and reached a hoof for the door. “Oh, and Oil?” He froze up. “If you intend to keep an interest in my daughter, after your shift we’ll need to talk.” Oil’s mane practically stood on end as she continued. “I’ll need you to come up to my office.” I could hear the enjoyment she was getting from this coming through the speaker. “You know, where I keep all my guns.”

“Y-y-yes ma’am.” He nodded quickly as he sweat bullets. “You’re f-free to come in.” He gave us all the more nervous smile he had as he pulled the door open.

“Sorry about Mama.” Harmony spoke up as she moved towards the door. She leaned over and landed a peck on his cheek. I swore that the way his legs shook, he was about to pass out. I didn’t care so much though as I followed Harmony inside. Once we’d gotten down the entrance hallway, she turned to me with a smile. “Don’t git me wrong, he’s a nice stallion an all.” She sighed. “I just ain’t ready ta settle down yet. Even more so now that Dodge ain’t around and even Manehatten in on edge.” She looked up to me with real fear in her eyes. “Y’all think we can really git things back ta normal?”

“I hope so.” I muttered softly. “I really do.”

It was a kind of surreal feeling as I walked through the halls of this place. Nopony looked like they cared about the world outside, and just carried on like it didn’t exist. Gauge and Fruit both escorted Frosty up to the clinic, which was where I’d go after we met with Harmony’s mom. Meanwhile, Pred and Shadow had broken off as we reached the main shop foyer to go get some much needed supplies for our trip. As I’d watched Shadow walk away, I couldn’t help but think about what he’d said last night.

I looked over to Harmony as we entered the elevator. She could have any stallion she wanted, any mare she wanted, but she didn’t want anything at all. Sure, I’d had plenty of stallions who’d wanted a night with me, but none of them loved me like the stallions who want Harmony. Other than being a little rough around the edges, what was wrong with me? Am I not good enough for somepony?

“Storm?” Harmony asked abruptly. “Yah alright there? Yah as red as a ripe tomato.”

I scrunched up my muzzle as I realized that I was feeling jealous of Harmony. I hadn’t realized that I was blushing, but now I could feel the glow my cheeks gave off. I looked to the floor and brushed my mane with my hoof.

“Yeah, just thinking.” I managed to squeak out.

“Oh really?” I could hear the snark in her voice as she said that. “Care ta tell me who about?”

“Just... nopony.” I said and glanced up at her and caught her bright grin. Oh, she better not be using that silver tongue of hers to pry this out of me. She promised she’d never do anything like that. “It’s not important.”

“Well, good.” She replied smartly. “Cause if it’s that pegasus fellow, Ah don’t rightly trust him.” She shrugged and nudged my shoulder. “‘Specialy after he knocked yah out last night.”

“What? No he didn’t!” I snapped at her in concern. How could she think that he’d hurt me? “I fell asleep warm in his hooves was all!” Immediately I snapped my hooves up to my muzzle and held it closed. Too late, the damage had been done.

I shouldn’t have told her that.

“Oh now that is just too good!” She giggled like a filly. The elevator gave off a light ding as we reached the right level. The double doors rolled back just in time for her to double over out of the box in laughter. I stomped out in annoyance as she rolled about the floor in hysteria. “Ah knew yah wouldn’t be able ta resist him when y’all were alone.”

“What?” I paused and looked back at her. “What do you mean you knew?”

“Hun, we had plenty of time ta talk before yah showed up.” She said as she wiped the tears of joy away from her cheeks. “The way he talked about yah? Yah’d think he’d have mistaken yah for one of tha old goddesses.”

“Yeah, well as I told him last night, I’m not looking for somepony to love.” I grumbled and waited for her to get herself straightened out again. Even though she’s pretty much family, sometimes I just want to smack that mare. Then again, I haven’t seen her smile like that since I came back. Goddesses it must feel good to laugh like that. A click came from down the hallway as the door to the security office opened.

“Thank you Longbow, it means alot to me.” Skyline sniffled as she walked out. “Even if they were just memories.” She rubbed at her eyes with her wingtips. She wore the hint of a smile across her muzzle before she looked at me. “I’ll see you later, Longbow.”

“Skyline, I…” I started to speak up, but she simply turned and galloped down the hall away from us. My heart sunk as she did. I didn’t know if there would have even been anything to say. I just hated what I’d taken away from her. Ours was an impossible task, but how could I just give up? I was supposed to be the embodiment of hope itself, and if I sit back and watch things crumble, what chance does anypony else have? I just wish that it wasn’t my friends that had to pay for the necromancer’s sins.

“Hey now. Yah can’t let those kinda thoughts inta yer head.” Harmony said as she walked up and threw her hoof around my neck. “Ah know yah think it was yer fault, but it wasn’t. That bastard who’s goin’ round hurtin’ ponies did it, and feelin’ sorry fer things we can’t change ain’t gonna fix it, now is it?” She tugged forward and forced me to step with her. “Now, let’s see what mama can do ta help us stop that deranged stallion before anypony else suffers.”

I could only nod as we walked forward down the hall. I don’t know what it was, but even though I didn’t want to walk, Harmony’s pull was too much to resist. Even being an earth pony like me, I didn’t think she had that kind of strength. I looked up at her as she walked us along. She looked more terrified to walk into the room with each step. She put on a strong face for me, but she knew as well that we didn’t have much of a chance from where we stood.

She knew, but she put on a brave face for me. Like me, she knew it had to be done, and she knew that I needed her strength, so she lent it to me through herself. A part of that clicked with me and I felt the flame I carried inside ignite. Daddy was right. I didn’t need the strength of my friends to fight, but the hope I carried inside did. Somewhere, I’d hoped that Daddy was smiling at me now that I’d finally figured it all out.

“It’s good to see you again, Harmony.” Longbow said as she leaned back in her plush command chair. “As well as you too, Storm.” The security room was fairly sparse. She sat behind a large curved desk with a soft smile. For a unicorn in her late fifties or early sixties, her eyes didn’t reflect the same sparkle that Skyline’s eyes had. She looked tired. Her now grey and light blue striped mane hung off the side of her head looking as tired a she was. To her right sat a bank of monitors and controls. The upper four monitors displayed a rotating selection of all of the tower’s internal cameras, while the bottom two showed a selection of options, codes and guidelines that could be selected through the keypad they sat next to.

“I’ve missed you.” Harmony said with a smile, escorting the both of us over to the pair of chairs that sat on this side of her desk. We both grabbed a seat and took a moment to get comfortable. When I looked back up, I found Longbow’s gaze had shifted to an image on one of the four monitors. She let out a sigh.

“In what looks to be a new record, Short Staff seems to have started an argument between himself and Gruyère.” She gave a weak smile and looked over to Harmony. “Can you do me a favor and go get him? I'm going to have to remind him that he has to give in sometimes and not argue every little cap out of somepony.”

“Yeah.” Harmony groaned as she stood back up. “Don’t y’all worry, Ah’ll git him up here even if ah have ta drag him up, kickin’ an’ screamin!” She turned back to the door and trotted out. As she did, Longbow’s levitation slowly shut the door behind her. I looked back to see her squinting and rubbing her head.

“Oh it’s been a long time since I’ve had to deal with this much stress.” She sighed and relaxed a bit as she brushed her mane out of the way. “It’s also been a long time since I've seen that look on a pony’s face.” Her tone dropped like a brick of lead as she gave me a stern look. “Tell me, what do you know of what's going on?"

“Well, it’s not going to be a simple explanation.” I started with a sigh of my own. “And not all of it will probably sound believable.”

“Try me. I’ve seen plenty of impossibilities in my time.” Longbow said as she pressed her hooves together on her desk. “And you know I can tell if a pony is lying or not.” I took a long breath and looked down at my hooves. My pipbuck shifted to pink as Pai popped up in my vision. She smiled and sat there with what looked to be a carton of popcorn as she too waited for me to start.

“So, I don’t know if my parents ever told you, but I’m not their filly.” I started, not taking my eyes off my hooves. I didn’t want to know how crazy Longbow thought I was. “My parents found me as a filly. I’m a weapon created during the war that was locked away in a prewar facility called an orchard...”

There was a click that came from across the room. I looked up to see Longbow’s face had fallen into a grimace. Harmony told me that she’d once had an issue with a mare who came out of an orchard, so I should have suspected her reaction. She didn’t move a muscle as she sat. She simply waited for me to continue.

“I was created using a DNA sample from each of the ministry mares. It was a theory that if I shared a bond with each of the Ministry Mares, that I could use the elements of Harmony if one of them had ever been killed in the war.” I kept my gaze locked on to her trembling eyes. “When I failed to control the elements, something went wrong.” I remembered their faces as I talked about them. “There was a fire, and some of the scientists were killed. They locked me away for it and forgot about me.” I could feel myself start to cry as I recalled the look on Mama’s face. “Until my parents woke me up.”

“Enough.” Longbow finally spoke. She levitated the gun up to the side of my head, pressing the cold barrel against me. “You know that my talent is judgement, is that correct?” She nearly spat at me as she stood up. I simply nodded and looked as her cutie mark of a set of weighted scales never seemed brighter to me. “Then you need to hope that I don’t find anything in there that will give me a reason to pull this trigger.” She took a deep breath before she put her horn against my forehead. “How far back?”

“About a month.” I spoke as I felt my body stiffen up. “Everything’s been so hectic. I can’t give you a specific day.”

Her horn flashed and I felt the oddest sensation in the world. For a moment, I felt like I was turned inside out before everything returned. It was disorienting but when I came too again, I found myself inside a familiar looking shack.

“Oh yeah, don’t think I’m doing this for free.” I felt myself speak. This was when I rescued Stratos and his daughter. I had to wonder if this was what a memory orb felt like for normal unicorns. Being in my own body and not being in control of it was a very uncomfortable feeling. It was different from being in the necromancer’s mind though, I could still feel everything. If that was right though, I didn’t like what came next.

Just like it had originally done, as I ran towards the gate that lead out of the raider’s camp, a small metal apple flew through the air. It landed in the same way as it had, and I felt the same fear course through my body. As it exploded, the pain was something I only remembered for a second before I blacked out. It was just the start of my journey, but I had no idea how bad it would get before I arrived here.

Before I could worry about having to relive through everything in real time, my memory stuttered. A rush of noise filled my mind and my body was wracked with pain. My vision was a blur, constantly shifting and reforming as the torrent of noise only picked up. I wanted to scream from the scrambled thoughts and the pain they applied. Was this part of what Longbow did? Did she find enough cause to judge me irredeemable?

The noise, lights and the pain all came to a crescendo. It was maddening, and I fought against my mind to give me back control of my body. As I let out the loudest scream, the connection to Longbow’s horn was severed. I came too as I fell back onto the moldy carpet of the security office. My heart raced in my chest, and my broken ribs screamed at me to get off of them. Hot tears ran down my face as I gasped in heavy breaths. There was a heavy thump next to my head. I turned to find Longbow’s gun laid on the floor next to me.

“Oh goddesses.” She whispered. She stumbled over to her desk and fell into her chair, staring wide eyed at me. Slowly, she wiped at her cheek, brushing away the stream of tears she too had. “I’m so sorry. I shared everything you felt the whole time. I never imagined...”

“I… I tried to help.” I forced myself to weakly say. “I couldn’t do anything to help.”

“Maybe… maybe I can.” Longbow spoke as she stiffened up. “I had just hoped to never see a day like this again. But it seems that another madpony has their grip on the Wasteland. Whatever it is you need…”

“The necromancer spoke of an item he needed.” I spoke up with a heavy groan. My side felt like the doctor at the prison had been tinkering around with it. I really needed to see the doctor after this. “The pony and his daughter I'd saved from slavers all the way back then? The necromancer is forcing him to use a boat. If Stratos doesn't do as he's asked, the necromancer will kill his daughter.”

“But where is it they are going?” Longbow said as she squeezed her eyes shut and rubbed at her horn. It was at that point I’d noticed that the tip of Longbow’s horn was smoking and stark black. It must have taken a lot of magic to condense all those memories into that space of time.

“It's in some sort of storm to the north east.” Gingerly, I set myself back down in my chair. It didn’t help much, but the fact that I’d stopped moving again kept my side from killing me anymore. “A perpetual tempest, he'd said.”

“You know, my mother used to tell me that there was a storm like that. A fearsome tempest that was unrelenting and undying.” Longbow said as she shook off her own pain and looked back at me. Her eyes weren’t filled with hatred and judgement anymore. The only thing I got from them, was pity and sorrow. “She said that it’s weather was so strong there that any surface ship the Rangers sent would sink only minutes into the storm. That it’s force was so strong, that even the Enclave couldn't get control of it.”

“So it's a real place then?” I simply asked. She nodded softly with a sigh. That was the best news I’d had all day. “Is there any way,” I leaned forward and winced as my side reminded me I shouldn’t move. “Any way at all that you could get me into the center of that storm?”

“Hmmm.” She leaned back in her chair and pressed her hooves against the side of her head. “I vaguely remember that my mother had petitioned the elder to take the Nautilus into it, but she was denied on the spot. They couldn't risk losing the last submarine in equestria on a trip into the unknown.” She looked up to me again and offered a weak smile. “But... with what I've seen through you, I'm one hundred percent sure that I could convince Elder Maple to send it in.”

I let out a breath that I didn’t realize I’d been holding. Yet again, my ribs bucked at me and said I shouldn’t even be doing that to them. I didn’t care, we had our boat.

“You really think it could get us in there?” A smirk somehow found it’s way across my muzzle as I spoke. As she nodded, I felt it grow into a genuine smile.

“Well, if anything, it's your best chance.” She pushed herself back from her desk and stood up. “And with Captain Doppler at the helm, I'm sure she can find a way throu...” She stopped midway through her sentence and adopted a confused look that she carried between me and the floor. “Are… are you bleeding?”

I looked down to my hooves to find a small line of crimson running down them. A few drips dropped onto the floor beside me. With a pained whine, I lifted my jacket back and looked at my ribs. To my dismay, one of them had found their way outside my body again. No wonder it hurt so damn much.

“Yeah, I... ah meant to get thash fished.” I grunted. Suddenly, I felt light headed agian. “If ish alright wik ya, ah shink ah’m…” That was it before the world spun and I dropped to the floor. Now that I thought of it, I had lost a lot of blood, and the health potion I’d gotten could only do so much.

“Come on.” Longbow grunted as she walked over. Even without her horn, she was strong enough to pick me up and carry me. Being lightheaded didn’t stop me from being in pain, and my side felt like somepony holding a brand to my coat. “Quit whining. You’re an earth pony, I know you can endure more than that. Let’s just get you down to the clinic before you find a way to lose a limb.” She muttered. “Goddess knows how often that happened in my life.”

“Yeah, they all feel in the right place.” I grunted as I hopped off the examination table. I wasn’t too much of a fan for the idea of using a hydra to fix my side, but it was either that or I wait for it to heal naturally. As good of an idea as that might have been, the necromancer didn’t have eight weeks to wait, so neither did I.

“Well, then you’re free to go.” Peroxide rolled her eyes and rolled her latex hoof glove off. “Try at the very least to be more careful out there. With the amount of old, healed injuries that I found on you, It’s a mystery to me how you aren’t dead.”

That was actually a valid point, seeing as I’d technically died already.

“Don’t worry, Doc.” I sighed. “I’m right there with you.” I slid my jacket off the end of the table and slipped it on. For once, my body didn’t complain when I torqued and twisted it. Predious tapped his hoof impatiently behind me as I shimmied my jacket into it’s rightful place. “Are you ready to go? Or are we still waiting on everypony else?” I asked him, trying my hardest to convey my own annoyance.

“Well, we are still waiting on a few.” He sighed. “But, there is still the matter of Tasteless to attend to.” He motioned for me to follow him. I hadn’t really been listening when he’d explained it, but all I know is that she’d been taken into a holding room by tower security. With a nod to the nurse, I followed Predious out into the second floor hallway that overlooked the shops below.

I looked into the Tower restaurant as we trotted past it. Sitting at a table, and looking fairly ashamed, was Gauge. Frosty sat next to her with her head wrapped in white bandages, and her angry mutterings could almost heard through the glass that enclosed the place. Fruit Cup simply sat there, being the only pony within three tables distance seemingly enjoying his meal. As quickly as my comfort in knowing they were all alright was there, it was gone again as we passed the restaurant. As we went downstairs and headed toward the holding office, there were a pair of extra guards standing outside the door. I felt a pit form in my stomach.

“Tell me, what exactly happened again?” I said with the faintest bit of hope that she hadn’t murdered anypony.

“Well, you see, she was in the fancy clothes store at the end of the foyer down there.” He said with a point of his hoof. Lots of expensive things in there to break I bet. I already didn’t like where I was headed. “She’d been making fun of the dull classical music that they were playing in there when she started to dance.” He cringed and lowered his ears. “While she single hoofedly ruined the elegance of a waltz, she tried to twirl herself…” His words drifted off as he facehoofed.

“She one of yours?” Drip Pan asked with an annoyed tone as she let out a long sigh. I nodded slowly and she opened the door with her magic. “Should have known.”

“I’m being honest!” Tasteless scoffed to the mare taking down her statement. “Had I known the bolt holding my tail on was loose, I wouldn’t have spun like that!” She looked up to me and rolled her eyes. I simply sighed in disappointment as she continued talking to the officer. “How was I supposed to know it would fly off and hit that old coot in the face?” She got to her hooves and pulled the table she was hoofcuffed to over towards us. “Hey, don’t fucking judge me. It’s not like I killed the bitch.”

“May I present, elegance incarnate.” Predious grumbled.