It was quiet. Scootaloo could hear her hooves clopping on the ground along with those of her companions, and that was it. No whistle of wind, no ponies' voices, no nothing—and it bugged her something fierce.

"So, hey," Scootaloo finally said. "You guys have any, like, road trip games?"

There was silence but for their hooves. "Road trip games? What're those?" Flight finally asked.

"You know, games that you play with ponies when you're going on a trip somewhere," Scootaloo explained. "Like when you're walking or in a carriage. Road trip games."

"Oh, so like board games?" Kevin asked. "I used to be into this one called Monop—"

"Never heard of it and nope," Scootaloo interrupted. "Not board games—those are different, 'cause you use a board. With road trip games, you just use the things around you... and your mind."

"That's too bad," Flight murmured. "I guess Kevin will have to sit these ones out."

"Hey! I do too have a mind!" Kevin objected.

Ignoring him, Flight continued: "So, what's an example?"

"Hmm, let's see... there's this one that Twilight taught me and the other Crusaders called 'I spy with my little eye' or something like that. Honestly, I dunno why they didn't just call it 'I Spy'... would've sold a lot more books."

"How do you play?" Kevin asked.

"First, you look around for something interesting you can see." Scootaloo tried to open her eyes so she could look for something; then, she realised that her eyes were already open. "Oh crud, I forgot..."

"Heh, whatever. Just keep going," Kevin said. "It'll give us something to do, at least."

"Right. So, once you have that thing, you say it like this: 'I spy, with my little eye, something black'."

There was a pause. Although Scootaloo couldn't see Kevin and Flight behind her, she imagined—or at least hoped—that they were looking around wildly for the object she had selected.

"Ooh, I know!" Flight exclaimed. "I think I found it!"

"Out with it," Scootaloo encouraged her.

"Is it the eternal and everlasting darkness that surrounds us?"

Kevin giggled. "Yep!" Scootaloo exclaimed. "I can't believe it—you got it on your first try!"

"Well, that's why they call me the 'I spy with my little eye' champion," Flight teased.

"Oh, c'mon—you can't be the champion if this is your first time playing," Scootaloo stated flatly.

"We'll see if anyone can beat my score," Flight replied jokingly.

"Ooh, ooh, I'll pick the next thing!" Kevin said excitedly.

"Go for it, dude."

"Alright, alright. Let's see..." Kevin trailed off, saying no more for a few moments. "Okay, I have something. I spy, with my little eye... something bluish white."

Scootaloo blinked. "Bluish white?" she asked, turning her head in any direction she could think of. Yet nothing but the inky black void smiled back. "Kevin..."

"What are you talking about, Kev?" Flight asked. "What in the hay can you see?"

"Hehehehe... wouldn't you like to know...?"

"Dammit, Kev!"

"...Do you give up?" Kevin asked, more than a hint of glee in his voice.

"Yeah, sure," Flight said. "Just tell me."

"Okay, well, it's—"

"Never!" Scootaloo interrupted.

"...Seriously?" Flight sighed. "C'mon, there's no way you can guess whatever random joke Kevin's gonna make. It'd be better to just get it over with."

"Hmm... I guess you have a point. Make me laugh, dude."

Kevin cleared his throat. "The ice-cold heart of Ms. Flight here."

Scootaloo giggled; Flight rolled her eyes, even though nopony could see it. "Really? Was that really it?"

"Of course," Kevin replied. "I can see it from a mile away."

"Pffff, whatever," Flight grumbled. "I'll have you know that my heart is perfectly warm and loving, thank you very much."

"Hey, hey, c'mon. It was just a joke, right?" Scootaloo said.

"Yep, just messing around," Kevin affirmed. "Sorry, Flight."

"It's fine," the filly murmured.

An awkward silence encroached upon the three as they continued down the seemingly neverending hallway. Scootaloo tried to focus on just walking and the sounds their hooves made on the ground to distract her from thinking about games that they surely couldn't play after that.

Then, suddenly, Scootaloo felt something. At first she thought it was nothing—maybe she had just brushed against the wall or felt a breath from behind her or even imagined the whole thing. But no—it continued. A light breeze, blowing against her right side. She turned her head and felt the cooler, less-stale air as it tickled her muzzle.

"I'm stopping," Scootaloo said as she stopped walking.

"Erm, how come?" Kevin asked.

"Shh... do you feel that?" Scootaloo asked in turn.

For a moment, silence. Then, Flight murmured, "A breeze. Oh, thank Argent... we may actually get out of here."

"Kevin, do you have enough energy to light up your horn, even if for just a moment?" Scootaloo asked. "Just so we can see what our... options are?"

"Mhm," Kevin affirmed and, in just a moment, his horn sparked to life. For the first time in what felt like eons, the three ponies' eyes were graced with the gentle green light that illuminated the walls around them. Scootaloo did a quick three-hundred-and-sixty degree turn of her head around them to see that they were in the middle of a four way crossroads.

"Huh. A lot of options here," Scootaloo commented.

"Oh, please," Flight said. "One is the way we just came, and one has a breeze. You know, like what they have aboveground? I vote that one."

"Hmm, you know, that's a good point," Kevin said, nodding. "I'm going to have to go with Flight here."

"Fine," Scootaloo said, "but I think you guys should hear me out first. I propose that we go down the path with the breeze, 'cause that's the one most likely to get us back with Mochi and Cotton Fluff.

Kevin smirked but Flight just blinked. "Huh?"

"It's a joke, doofus," Kevin teased. "Who's the one without a mind now?"

Flight rolled her eyes. "Let's just get a move on... I'm pretty darn sick of this cave. And you two, too."

"Love ya too," Kevin said, falling into line behind her as they followed Scootaloo. Once they had started down the path, Kevin put out the light.

Flight was glad he had put the light out, though; otherwise, somepony might catch on to the fact that she couldn't help but blush at what Kevin had said. Even if she did have an ice-cold heart.