"...and after that she saluted and flew away to some kind of gigantic, winged muffin. I haven't gotten any mail ever since."

Fluttershy briefly giggled at the joke, which a certain draconequus sitting opposite to her just managed to crack. It wasn't exactly funny in my eyes, but they seemed to think otherwise. Both of them generally shared a very light, pleasant mood, while sipping their tea and exchanging the latest about either cutesy woodland critters or plunging the world into chaos. Two topics that don't necessarily need to go well with one another, which did cause some confusion on my part. Though having a number of greater troubles on my mind, I mostly ignored that notion.

I admit, I didn't share any of their enthusiasm, however contagious it might have looked at first. All the while, I felt almost too sure that not all of this cheerful atmosphere was completely genuine. But neither could I do anything to prove my doubts. Nothing except keeping two gradually narrowed eyes on Discord, all my nightly suspicions and expressions of mistrust placed into them.

Now, all I needed was to wait for him to make a mistake. Somehow, I hoped that at some moment Discord would stumble out of character for a moment, thereby revealing his actual nature and intentions. Some kind of insecurity, some minor stutter or confusion of words would be more than enough for me to start digging into that facade of his. And as I did, we might get an answer about what truly happened at Canterlot.

I mean, come on. How could he not at least be connected to the attack? The entire incident had Discord written all over itself. I hadn't initially recognized that fact, but given the time it soon became a lot more obvious. After his so-called reformation, all of us actually started to believe this bad guy had turned over to the light for once. And he made us believe that, alright. Of course he'd take his sweet time before striking against Equestria again, in order to establish his reign of chaos once more. He needed to take his time, so nopony would possibly suspect him of doing anything that could harm the nation. Falsely gaining our trust, so the ponies that stopped him once didn't even bother to try that again.

When the time seemed right, he made a swift strike to take out the princesses, one of the few powers still able to stop him. And even I myself couldn't tell for sure who could stand up against him after that. The elements of harmony didn't do any good, after all. Not anymore. Ever since Fluttershy had promised not to use hers against the newly found friend of hers, the rest of them were pretty much rendered useless. And I didn't expect her to revoke that decision anytime soon. There wasn't much standing in Discord's way, now. That was one clever plan he developed, I'll give him that. But unfortunately, he obviously hadn't included the most decisive factor into his equation: The one, pink little pony who could see right through party poopers like himself. One look at the balloons on my flank should have told him as much. Well, sucks to be him.

I wouldn't let myself be fooled. He might have persuaded the princesses into believing in his reformed nature, and might have done so with Fluttershy long ago. But that still didn't convince me. The spirit of chaos might be clever and insane, but I was even cleverer and insanerestest...thingy. And no-one would sneak being fake past me. Not for long, anyways. I might even have trusted him for a few weeks, back before everything that happened, happened. But now that I first brought his name into connection with what happened earlier, all that sense of loyalty and expectations was gone within an instant. Right now, Discord had simply become his old, meanie self again. He was just being a lot more sneaky about it. The more I thought about it this way, the more I knew that my assumptions were correct. If only he wouldn't make it so hard to prove.

But, like I said, even a spiritual being like this one couldn't perfectly keep up the facade forever. I watched his every movement with all possible determination.

Fluttershy never shared any of my worries, of course. She kept happily laughing away at Discord's jokes, listening to his stories with her utmost attention. No sign of doubt ever crossed her oh so faithful expression, no break in her trust towards the draconequus ever went past detected by myself, since there were none. To her, none of this was anything but a light-heartened, weekly teatime. Something that - despite recent events - seemed to make the timid pegasus ignore and forget everything important around her, while acting as if nothing ever happened.

Her cheerful sense was almost contagious, like I said. Hadn't it been for my own determination, I would have easily given into it myself, I think. My own, all too apparent grumpiness being the only thing occasionally interrupting her high spirit, whenever she took her eyes of the coffee table or Discord, and shot me a meaningful glance. I suppose she just wanted me to lighten up a little. But that wasn't gonna happen. Not now, at least. Should there be any reason for a party-like mood, I'd still be the pony to determine that.

As for Discord himself...well, he was hard to read, as always. All the while I kept watching him, and all the while he kept telling us about everything exciting that happened to him during the previous week. Well, everything he wanted us to think was his doing. None of which included attempted terrorism or blowing up cities, of course. Most of his narrative happened to be about mailmares getting lost in black holes while delivering letters to his place. The mail started reaching him with a certain delay since then, which was somewhat disturbing, but also surprising to him. After all, getting sucked back out of a black hole was something he, much like most others, deemed physically impossible.

Don't worry, there is a way. I got to show Derpy how to do that some time back. Call it intuition, but I had a feeling she might be able to use my strategy at some point. That being said, it shouldn't come to much of a surprise when I say that Discord's confusion caused me to a brief, internal chuckle. I'd explain the scientific principle, but that would take way too much time. It's super-duper complicated, and I don't even fully understand it myself. But it worked out pretty well so far, so nothing could go wrong, right?

I turned back to super serious after less than the fragment of a second. Not sure how much that was though. I trust neither clocks nor chaotic spirits, and both of them located in the same room would probably make your head spin if you thought too much about them. That...or something about...something. But it doesn't sound fun, that's the main point. And I would thus refrain from ever referring to either one. Nope, approximations had to do for now. They were more precise, anyway. Weren't they?

I returned my attention to these two best friends in front of me, just as both of them suddenly started some weird chuckling for a few seconds. I'd probably just missed something about their conversation, but it still sounded freaky as hay. Or was that just me? I had no clue.

"Well, anyway," our companion of mismatched body parts concluded, leaning back in his seat. "The simple truth is; even though I've been traveling far and wide, and even though I've seen and, well...improved dozens of different places in my day, the chaotic nature of that postal system you ponies put together never ceases to amaze me." With a narrow flickering of his tail, he paused his rambling and turned his yellowy eyes to face me. No doubt they expressed some confusion already. But whether any of that was genuine or not, I couldn't tell. "What's the matter, Pinkie Pie? The way I usually know you, you're a lot more...talkative. Especially around your friends...oh, but do tell me. Is there something bugging you? Nothing a good friend couldn't fix, I hope?"

While putting an emphasis on whatever he presumed the two of us to be, the draconequus also leaned in a good deal closer. And feeling relieved about not having detached parts of his body floating around in the air instead, I still had to put some effort into hiding the frown that automatically sprung up in my consciousness, following his approach.

Instead, I tried answering his question at the best means possible. A Pinkie Pie style interrogation, just like that one with Spike. Minus the gemstones, of course. "Something wrong, huh?" I asked him. "That depends. On these journeys of yours...you didn't happen to pass by Canterlot recently, now, did you? I still haven't got my weekly deliveries of party favors, even though today is Thursday already. I really do start suspecting something bad might have happened, somewhere. You don't happen to know any about that, do you?"

An awkward silence fell onto the room, just as I finished speaking. While Discord reacted to my request with an unexpected ease, even a sense of bemusement, the same sure couldn't be said for Fluttershy. The glare that she shot me for just a teensy moment, just as I closed my mouth, would have made anypony stop their inquiries. Anyone who didn't already know her tricks, that was. I wasn't one of them. Also, I considered my own quest way to important for any sense of etiquette, right now.

"Huh. What an interesting question, indeed," Discord replied, both hands gently folded in his lap. His expressions didn't seemed forced at all, neither innocent nor guilty. Whatever I had to make of that. "Yes, Canterlot. Certainly a tragedy, though I must say the city did not exit the stage without some impressive fireworks...or so I've heard. From all the reports, I could tell the scenery still missed a certain sense of chaos, didn't it? Some chocolate rain, maybe? I'm sure you would agree."

When getting poked in the shoulder on his last remark, I didn't make any efforts to hide my grimacing any longer. Especially this time, there was a loose limb floating towards me to do so. If Discord wanted to play a game, I'd let him have it. Still, I knew I already had him exactly where he needed to be. My confidence about proving that spirit's guilt grew with every suspicious word that escaped his lips. As did Fluttershy's obvious worry about losing control over the situation.

As for the latter one, I could definitely tell. The stern look in my friend's face grew more and more grumpy, the more I started to take matters in my own hooves. And who was she to complain? It's not like I initially asked her to stay over for tea. Fluttershy probably regretted making that offer already, but there would be time to contemplate on that later. Right now, there still was a villain and his plan to uncover.

"You know what I wonder about?" he continued. "Now that our precious, celestial light bringer decided to go out with a bang, there really remains the question about who will step up to lead the country out of all this...well, turmoil. Though I myself find it heavily amusing, I'm not so sure how many of you would agree with me on that subject...there probably won't be that many. Also, I've been told our mutual friend Twilight Sparkle makes a pretty decent impression over at the site of these, well, unfortunate turns of events." With a sigh, he reached up with his eagle's talon, thoughtfully scratching his bearded chin. "They say she does her best sorting out the missing bits about what happened, and she even organizes teams for recovering any missing bodies. With her sense of effinciency, they might even be able to rescue a few survivors...given there are any in the first place."

"Of course there are," I blurted out, cutting off his rambling. Just as I did, Fluttershy raised a warning eyebrow in my direction. "These ponies didn't die, no-one did. Don't you know that? The princesses sent them away just before the blast happened. The two of them still are in the rubble, somewhere. But even they are alive, and they will be better. And...and the whole city will be rebuilt. Everything will be just as before, you'll see. All complete with sunshine and rainbows!"

Fluttershy looked like she tried her best to suppress a facehoofing. Which was a pity, since it really would have rounded off the image of Discord's completely bewildered face. Eyes wide, his toothy grin had disappeared within an instant, leaving behind nothing but an expression best described as a definite kind of clueless staring.

"You...you'll have to excuse her," Fluttershy quietly remarked, shaking her head. "She received some kind of trauma, I think. It's been a hard week for all of us..."

"I'm not suffering from anything!" I retorted, a lot more aggressive than I originally intended. Oh well, more apologies to come for later. Turning around to Discord, I added, "I don't know what kind of game you're playing, mister. But if that was supposed to be some clever kind of coup against us, I thought you might want to know about its failure."

"Pinkie!" My pegasus friend's hissed remark hovered in the air for less than a second, only to be cut off by roaring laughter omitted by the master of chaos himself. The way he did it, it sounded almost maniacally. He could have easily passed as a cliche-villain, hadn't it been for the tears of laughter forming in his eyes. That way, he really did appear somewhat devoid of grasping the overall situation. Just like he had no idea what I was talking about, up until now.

"Oh, please. Really?" Discord needed another moment to calm himself down entirely, his lion paw wiping the last bits of liquid off his face. "Are you honestly accusing me of blowing up Celestia's butt? I wish she could have heard that...oh, the look on her face!" With a swift motion of his hands, the master of chaos then proceeded to clear his throat, becoming a lot more serious once again. "But honestly, why would I of all ponies do such a thing? And why wouldn't I do anything more to accomplish my master plan? There would obviously be some further steps behind all this. And, I mean, do you see any cotton-candy clouds or ballet-dancing buffalo around here, maybe?"

"Well, I..."

"Don't you think I'd have established a bit of that by now, if all this had been my plan?" Discord asked with another giggle. "Oh, this is priceless! But honestly, my little pony: If that had been me, we wouldn't be sitting here. Celestia might have put a spell on the elements of harmony to keep them from being stolen, but I may assume that spell broken now, may I not?

"You see, I do think I could easily have grabbed and hidden your precious elements ages ago. Had I done so, they would be a million miles away by now, far beyond your reach. Come to think of it, I could probably already be Equestria's new overlord. But believe it or not, that didn't happen. Instead, I'm sitting here, sipping tea while the day goes by peacefully...well, more or less." As he spoke, a shining halo started to form above his head, undoubtedly as another sort of sarcasm. He also started hovering a black handkerchief in front of his face, wiping away any potential fake tears. "Honestly, Pinkie. I am all but flattered. Here I was, thinking of us as friends, and now you start throwing wild accusations at me? That is a disappointment, no doubt!"

He leaned back once again, a smug grin spreading across his face. Cracking the knuckles of his one paw, he then proceeded to take another sip of his tea, trying not to mind me any longer. Unfortunately for myself, however, not everyone in this room seemed to have taken in my theory in as lightly. Fluttershy for once was plastered to the small table's opposite side, glaring at me as if she'd prefer to leap over and strangle me on the spot. In other terms, she did not approve.

"Um, Discord? If you don't mind, could you give the two of us some space for a minute?"

A short and unexpected remark, that nevertheless broke with all the confidence I had gathered. Randomly thrown at me at this time, Fluttershy's tone succeeded to make the blood freeze in my veins. Because I hadn't heard anypony talk like that in years. And even my parents wouldn't sound that harsh, except maybe in the worstest of scenarios. The last pony I ever expected words this dreadfully pronounced from was also the kindest mare in town. And to my own shock, she just proved me wrong.

Discord didn't seem to mind. With a simple shrug, he let his gaze wander through the window one more time. "Well, suit yourselves. I think I'd rather meet up with your cute, little bunny for some time, Fluttershy. He does seem a lot more cheerful than the two of you at the time."

And with a snap of his paw, the master of chaos vanished. He didn't just disappear completely in a poofy cloud of white smoke like he usually would. Instead, his body parts slowly disintegrated in front of us, apparently turned into thin air one by one. Until eventually, only his yellowish grin remained. His teeth kept hovering in the room for another second or so before they too faded into nothingness.

Besides looking innocently, he sure had his ways of coming across in a creepy way or two. I'll give him that...as well.

And just as he left, I felt an awfully inconvenient pair of eyes fall on me. I presumed they would have deliberately shot all sorts of cold, heartless things at me, something like icicles or lightning...nothing that's good for fun and laughter, anyway. Which they couldn't of course, not at this time. Lucky me. Fluttershy didn't mind that in the least. She took a deep breath before unleashing whatever she had in store for yours truly.

"What on earth do you think you're doing?" Her eyes became increasingly narrowed, as the angered and hissed words exited her mouth, using just the same strategy that I just tried with Discord. Only that I felt put under a lot more pressure in the same situation, none of which helped building up any confidence.

"Fluttershy, listen to me. Don't you see how all this..." But no, it was no use. That much I could clearly see from the way she kept staring at me. Now really wasn't the time for me to speak, Fluttershy didn't seem interested in the least in whatever I might have to say. Realizing that, I trailed off; my classic approach wasn't going to get me anywhere, this time around.

Hearing my attempted reply, her lips moved silently for a few seconds, one hoof pointlessly gesturing in front of her. No aspect of her expression ever softened for just a bit all the while, but I had a feeling she was awfully lost all along. Only after fixing her view back on me, Fluttershy put down her hoof somewhat confidently, while looking me dead in the eye. The latter being something she never did with anyone for longer than a few seconds. I could only assume from there how much there was actually wrong with her.

"I don't have to listen to this anymore," she then spat. Again, going from zero to one-hundred within seconds seemed to be this season's latest fashion. No wait, that would be Rarity.

"For once now, you shut your muzzle and pay attention to what somepony else might try to tell you. And the truth is, I am sick of this." She took a deep breath, eyes closed for just a bit. "Yes, I am. I am sick, sick, sick of you and your way of handling those around you!"

Her third and final use of the word came across more as some kind of hysteric screech than any reasonable form of articulation. And I could tell she was hardly even done, yet. Breathing heavily, she paused for a minute, trying to catch up with herself.

"Okay, so...so you know what makes me feel comfortable more than anything? The feeling that those around me are taking myself and my opinions into serious consideration whenever hearing about them. I have a very passive nature, and I know that. But there are a few ponies who see past all this, and carefully listen to what I have to say. And that counts for all of my friends. All except you.

"Whenever I'm around you, I seldomly feel taken seriously at all. Because you don't take anyone or anything seriously, do you? Life is nothing but a simple game to you. With - what's that phrase you keep using? Sunshine and Rainbows? I...I keep having the feeling that's everything you see in the world. You don't even recognize all the problems it has, or those living on it. All the dark and terrible places some of us travel to...I just don't see that with you, sometimes. Sometimes, I think that despite your age, you're still living the life of some immature filly."

By now, my mouth had easily been hanging open for a good minute or so. I tried to reply to her in some kind of appeasing way, tried to form words with my mouth that would help her to ease up. Instead, my jaw kept moving up and down pointlessly, hanging down from the rest of my face without apparent use, struggling to search for syllables I couldn't find.

Fluttershy didn't do much better. As she kept going, tears started to form in her already wet eyes, her voice becoming increasingly hoarse with each passing moment. "And through all that, y-you can be a good friend, Pinkie. I know that. I've seen it a few times, like the short moment we shared on that train ride. If you even remember that one. But it's happened so often...so frequently! You just start opening your mouth before giving even a second thought about what's going to come out of it.

"I've tried to live with the way you are, times and again. And I endured a lot of your carelessness. Because I've always thought that, given some time, we'd finally connect at some point. I've had the same experience with Rainbow Dash, years ago. We seemed so...so different and after a while, we still got along. I always hoped we would get around in the same way, somehow. And...I still do to some point. That's also why I volunteered to keep an eye on you these past few days. Because no matter how I feel about you, we're still friends. And at the time, we were all worried sick about you.

"First that explosion, all those dead bodies. The dead expression in Twilight's eyes...then that thing that happened to you. You have no idea how much pressure I felt during all this time. I...I, ugh..." She trailed off for a moment, swallowing a heavy lump in her throat. "I've never seen that much pain and suffering in my life. Oh, and don't tell me that no-one's actually dead. Please, not again. That I also wanted to say. I mean...I mean, you wake up after all this time, almost a week that brought me to hell and back with fears. You came back without any damage, and I felt so relieved. But then you suddenly start going on about how everything's just fine, and we have to embark on some adventure, and...cutesy woodland critters? I mean, honestly?

"That was no longer any relief, the pressure you tried putting on me felt like even more to bear. But I still put up with it, I don't even know why. I guess I was just hoping for you to come around, all the time. But that just now? That just...I'm sorry, but that crosses the line. I know Discord doesn't show much concern about what ponies tell him, he told me so, himself. But trust me, your accusations hurt, nevertheless. Not just him, but me as well."

She lifted both forehooves, massaging her temples for some time, myself helplessly looking on.

"Did you have any idea what you were accusing him of? The destruction of an entire city, a complete social class? Mares, stallions, whole families wiped out in a murder of thousands of innocents? And...and striking at the capital of the nation we're all part of? Him, as well as his friends? Of course you didn't because...well, because you don't think!

"This can't go on, not like this. And that's where I want to tell you something, and I'm only going to tell it once: Pinkie Pie, you..."

Silence fell once again, as did the trails of tears running down her cheeks. Had I just made Fluttershy cry? My stomach didn't even convulse on that realization. Instead, I simply felt like it had just abandoned me altogether, leaving behind nothing but a black void of nothingness at the same spot. I felt overwhelmed with pure miserableness, quickly eliminating everything else I'd been able to experience. If this day could even get any worse, I had no idea how. It probably couldn't.

"I...you are...you are...no longer welcome...in here." By now, Fluttershy's voice sunk lower and lower into her throat, making it seemingly impossible to comprehend what she was telling me. And while I did, I honestly wished for the opposite. "I...I want you to leave my house. Get out of my sight, and don't come back until you've genuinely changed your approach and apologize for what you've done. Please."

Between sobs, her chest kept heaving up and down with each breath. The weariness expressed in every single one of her features only confirmed that I pushed way out of her comfort zone, here. And something else I realized only after a moment's thought: I was shivering all over myself. Yes, first recognizing that, I also realized how unnerved I'd become during her monologue, let alone actually scared.

"That's - that's all I wanted to say," she told me, her shoulders sagging. "Just, please, just leave me alone." A wincing sound escaped her lips before adding the final word, "Please."

Okay, I'll take that back. The day could get worse. Even now, my eyes were widened in fear. I could hardly believe my own instinct, let alone what I heard coming from this gentle friend of mine. How could I possibly feel that guilty, let alone scared - scared of Fluttershy? Of all ponies, she was the kindest, most comforting mare I've ever known. But there's always two sides to any medal. Which didn't need to be proven, but did get its proof, anyway.

"Uh, F-fluttershy?" I stuttered. "Maybe..."

"NO!"

Her voice changed within an instant. Instead of her insecure stuttering, she suddenly unleashed a furious shriek at me. Saying it made me jump would have been a massive understatement. In all honesty, I do think I felt my heartbeat stop for just a few seconds. Had I leaped up a few inches higher, my head would have easily hit the ceiling with a massive thud, but I didn't even mind. How could I possibly in a situation like this?

"There. Is. No. Maybe!" she went on. "Not now, not ever. Just...get out."

I raised a hoof, hoping I could comfort her. A pat on the shoulder might do the trick.

"Get! Out!"

Jaws clenched, my eyes started darting back and forth from left to right. I like to tell ponies I usually do so to show I'm not nervous, but that's a lie. My actual feelings at that point say quite the contrary.

"Get out!" Fluttershy screeched, her breaths becoming all the more rapid. I still tried to object for a moment, but eventually gave up. With every passing second, she became more furious, as well as panicking. The mixture of fear and anger that now controlled her eyes lead to a final, desperate scream, "Get out, get out, get out!"

And just like that, I felt there was no more time to lose. In the blink of an eye, I turned on the spot and made for the door. It wasn't because I didn't like Fluttershy anymore, I would never think that from a single experience like this one. From all I could tell, it was me who had done something to hurt her in this way. And from the way she kept acting, I really didn't want to be around her at this time. Though still not blaming my friend for anything, I honestly started expecting her to physically hurt me if I didn't comply, so there really wasn't any point in staying. Darting out of her living room and into the open, I only hoped she wouldn't do the same thing to herself.

The instant I had the door slam shut behind me, I could hear a low, thudding noise coming from the inside of the cottage. One that sounded much like somepony falling down on their haunches. And a few seconds later was followed by sounds of quiet, continued sobbing. That was quite the opposite of laughter, and all I wanted to do was my best to stop it. But I couldn't do that, and my own incapacity made the situation all the more agonizing. As I fruitlessly waited for another five minutes or so for my friend to stop crying, I eventually turned my eyes away from the oaken door.

Looking back to where I'd come from, the world looked back at me with a lot more gray inside of its contents than it had done before. Even the path winding itself down, back into Ponyville had lost the bright, beige tint making it seem so inviting on any other day. Right now, the road to Fluttershy's cottage appeared to me as nothing but a long, and mud-brownish puddle. And eve from the corner of my eye, I thought the Everfree Forest looked a lot more dark and intimidating than it usually did.

I sighed; everything Fluttershy said to me just proved how much there was she kept thinking and worrying about, without ever articulating herself towards others. And all these problems she felt about me...just how long had those been building up, nagging at her internally? Weeks, maybe? Months? I don't think I could ever keep anything that important to myself for longer than a few days. My head would probably explode or something.

And what she said was hard to comprehend. The worst of it being that she was probably right about some things. Looking back now, I realized I really hadn't thought about her all that much. Now I had to learn about what was going on in her head the hard way. Even if I would have preferred not to.

She also didn't believe my version of what had happened at Canterlot, and the more I though about that, the less I could blame it on her. But all the while, the blame seemed to constantly fall back onto myself for not making my point any clearer. And I suppose she was right, blaming it all on Discord didn't bring us any solutions, either. After all, I didn't even have any proof for that theory. It just...popped up in my head, and I decided to roll with it for no reason. Had I taken Discord's emotions into consideration? Well, no. But honestly, had anypony ever done that? It just didn't seem like the thing to do, most of the time. I never really thought about him that way...being emotionally fragile or anything.

Still quietly sitting on my friends porch, contemplating on her words and my actions, I noticed my mane deflate again. Not before long, it would start hanging down limply to one side of my face, again. Loose strains of hair loosely dangling in the cold afternoon wind rushing past our town. I didn't mind them, while still feeling a faint shiver crawl up my spine every now and then, as the freezing air coming from the sky's darkened side pressed against my coat.

My view slowly shifted between the two large spheres hanging above my head, still splitting the firmament between light and darkness. I knew now there was no way I could ever convince Fluttershy to come along with me, and that she had all her reasons for being mad at me. But none of that stopped me from believing in the truth of everything I saw. The princesses might have just been an illusion, but I refused to think so. This quest still fell upon my rump, and if nopony was there to assist me, I could do nothing to change that.

The decision I had to make eventually came down to choosing between my friends and the rescuing of hundreds of lives. I winced at that realization, but again, there was nothing I could do about it. And neither did it take me very long to decide which way I wanted to turn, even if doing so hurt me more than I had feared. I immediately knew that doing what I was about to do would tear open a wound that might not heal until I successfully completed my task, whenever that might be. But deciding against it would form a weight of guilt that I'd carry with me for the rest of my earthly existence. Only one of these paths was one I could walk down without feeling scarred for life, and - to be completely honest - I'd already chosen to do so several hours ago.

A frown on my face, I put one hoof down onto the ground in front of me, taking one first step out of many to come. Next Chapter: Chapter 8 - The Great Horseshoe Estimated time remaining: 3 Hours, 32 Minutes