‘Why is it numbers? How can I predict them? What do I do to stop her?’ She thought to herself. She was alone to her thoughts and silence. She kept wondering how it could be stopped, but every way she approached it she was wrong.

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“Have you guys seen Fluttershy anywhere?” Rarity asked worriedly.

“Na, ah ain’t seen er any where, sorry.” Apple Jack replied.

‘That’s not good I’ve asked everyone, but no has seen her since Apple Bloom got out.’ At the thought of the smashed cube, a terrifying shiver ran down her spine.

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‘How can this be ended? Why did this start? Why am I doing this now? Why? Why? Why?’ she thought to herself once more still to herself with nopony else to bother her, not the ponies of ponyville, not the wind or sun, not even the animals where there to bother her.

‘Why, why me and why them? I have to figure this out. Now more than ever, but I don’t understand the numbers. The numbers what do they mean, how are they used, and why us?’

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“I really need to speak with Fluttershy are you sure you don’t know where she is?” Rarity asked even more scared than ever.

“I’m sure, Rarity, she’s probably out in the meadows helping the bunnies or something.” Twilight considered unconfidently.

“I’ll go take a look out there, I guess.” Rarity stated warily.

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‘I’m never going to figure this out. Why is this so confusing? How have I not got this around my hoof yet? Maybe there is no pattern, but there are always patterns everywhere and everything.’ She began to pace back and forth, thinking, pondering of what is next to happen and she couldn’t stop thinking and pacing. As her hooves hit the ground it was light and hard to notice, mostly because she was so far away from anypony. So far away that she wasn’t able to her anything except her own thoughts and light paces.

‘Where is she? Why does she do this? How do I determine the numbers, I tried every logical pattern that would work, but none of them fit.’ Her thoughts started making her head hurt. She sat down on the soft dark green grass, and slowly began to lie down. She closed her eyes, tired from the days of thinking. She drifted off to a relaxing deep sleep the tall soft grass felt like a bed, a pile of leaves made her a pillow. Then Pinkie feel into a deep sleep.