Using the lantern around as a silent guide, you continue your search for more firewood. This camping trip was a real drag. And by drag, you mean you were dragged into it.

Literately.

Applejack didn't want to go by herself, so she dragged you along.

...And that pink monster.

With the bundle under one arm and the lantern in your hand, you begin heading back to the camp. Among the trees, you can see the fire. Something was off, however. The fire was larger than normal.

“Oh shit!”

The campsite is up in flames. Sprinting off like an Olympic runner hyped up on cocaine, you make your way for the camp.

"Pinkie! Applejack! Where are you guys?!"

Applejack sleepily exits her tent and realizes the situation. Looking over at the tent, you notice Pinkie's is in flames. The nobleman in you dives in and scoops up the terrified Pinkie cowering in the corner before the fires begin consuming the entire tent. Making your way for the exit, you narrowly escape. You place Pinkie down once you and Applejack get a far away distance from the fire. Applejack turns to her friend, insuring she is alright.

"Pinkie, are you okay?"

Pinkie turns to you with a shit-eating grin smothering her face.

"I'm glad I got out of there in time! That heat was in tents!"