The flight to the factory was one made in angry haste. I was going to bring Rainbow home… She couldn’t possibly live in a place like this, right!? Unfortunately, as it turned out, I had to take a tour before I was even able to lay eye on a secretary. I was dragged through each of the weather departments: Summer, Spring, Autumn and Winter while a monotone colt who clearly hated his job drawled out useless information on the place… When it was all over, I knew everything there was to know on making a snowflake perfectly unique... The tour had only served to make me even more angry, and even more so when the secretary I spoke to lied to me and told me that Dash wouldn’t be back for a solid two days from a business trip, even after I had persisted. My blood was still boiling when I got back to my hotel… I hated this place… It was oppressing its own citizens… Anger drove me from sleep, out of bed and back into the skies. It was true… Dash had always said flying was therapeutic… Still, when I laid eyes on that stupid factory, I couldn’t stay away. Dipping low, I made my way to the rim of one of the silos where I sat for a while to rest myself. It was about midnight, and all of Cloudesdale was dark. Not a speck of light rose up from the structures beneath me… The moonlight was the only thing that guided my way. I sat, legs drawn into my chest for several silent minutes before raising my head. Before me stood a small filly… One I had seen before… She had an unnaturally broad smile plastered over her face, eyes wide and glowing a sickly red. I startled to my feet, eye wide. I couldn’t believe what I was looking at… Scootaloo… The orange filly from that night all those months ago…

“Go to sleep.” she ordered calmly.
My vision suddenly became hazed, even for such low lighting conditions… The world suddenly began swimming around me, slowly fading to black