Applejack heard a knock on the front door. She opened it to find Twilight and Trixie.

"Hey, AJ." said Twilight. "May we see Apple Bloom?"

"Sure." said Applejack with a sigh. "Though she hasn't left her room since the other night."

Applejack led them to Apple Bloom's room.

"Apple Bloom?" asked Twilight.

There was no answer.

"It's us." said Trixie.

Still no answer. Twilight gently nudged the door open. The room was dark. Apple Bloom sat on her bed, trembling. Twilight and Trixie approached her.

"How are you?" asked Twilight.

"I..." said Apple Bloom. "I..."

"Apple Bloom?" asked Twilight, getting nervous.

"I'm fine." the filly finally finished. "It... It... was..."

"Horrible." finished Twilight. "I know."

"Why are... you here?"

"We came to check on you." Trixie answered. "We were really worried when we heard what happened."

"Did you see who did it?" asked Twilight softly.

Apple Bloom slowly shook her head. Twilight hung her head and placed a hoof on Apple Bloom's shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Apple Bloom." Twilight apologized. "I thought we got her."

"We did get her, Twilight." said Trixie. "You saw it. May freed Pinkie and she killed Pinkamena. It's over."

"Over?" asked Apple Bloom. "If what Pinkamena told me before she died was true... then she's walking the streets as we speak." Twilight and Trixie shot each other a worried look. "Please." Apple Bloom pleaded. "Kill her for good this time."

Twilight nodded. "We will. I promise."

She stood up and the two mares left the room.

"How do you plan on stopping Pinkamena?" Trixie asked. "Stabbing her didn't work. And her actually being dead didn't work either. She keeps on coming back."

"I understand that, Trixie. There has to be a way."

Zack was about to close up shop when he heard laughter. He quickly surveyed the blackened store.

"Hello?" he called out. "Who's there?"

"Oh, no pony." said a mare's voice. "No pony whatsoever."

"Who are you?"

"Name's Pinkamena. You may have heard of me?"

"Pikamena?" Zack asked. "But you were killed by Dawn's friend. It was on the news."

"It's such a bummer, isn't it?" asked Pinkamena's voice. "Why can't dead things just stay dead?"

"What do you want?"

"Want?" asked the voice. "One simple thing."

"What?" asked Zack, getting scared.

"You. I want you."

"Are you going to kill me?" he asked with fear in his eyes.

"Now, there's a thought. But I have something better in mind for you."

"What?"

"Because you were so nice to my friend, May... I'm gonna give you a choice. Either do what I say... or die."

"I'll never obey you."

"THEN DIE!" boomed the voice.

"Wait!" yelled Zack. "What shall I do?"

Pinkamena let out a laugh.

"Not now, Zack. I'll come for you soon enough."

And then there was the sound of a door opening and closing. The back door. Zack ran into the back and burst through the door. No pony was in sight.