Oh my goodness… it hasn't even been that long since I've written in here, but it feels like it's been forever just because of how much that's happened. Grey broke me and Mochi out of jail and then we had to figure out how to get out by ourselves because he gave us crappy instructions and then Mochi and I got separated and then Grey helped me out of the crazy underground labyrinth and there was a big zoo and… erm… yeah. Basically, I ended up meeting back up with Mochi and also Kevin and some friends he made along the way, and now we're all in this hovercraft.

Okay, reading over that, it doesn't really make a lot of sense. And even though (or especially because?) I'm in the middle of it, it's not really any less confusing for me, either. Ever since we crashed on this planet and then I got let out of the South Pen, I've kind of just been doing whatever the smartest, most trustworthy-seeming ponies tell me to do. It's worked out so far—Kevin's been super nice, and Mochi's been super nice, and Grey got me away from the Bureau ponies. And this 'Doc Zed' pony is a friend of Kevin's, so he can't be all bad. Though he made it sound like he's working with or for those rebels who are at war with the Bureau. Yikes! I'm not so sure I want to get that caught up in this whole thing.

Of course, there's also the whole thing where Doc Zed mentioned that he had talked to Twilight. I'm not even sure what to say about that, journal. The thought had definitely crossed my mind about contacting her—how couldn't it, after the fact that I flew away from all of it? But if I was going to—if I'm going to—I have to do it on my own terms. When I want to. And even though it's confusing and weird up here, I sure as heck don't want to go back. Why would I? This is the most exciting thing that's happened to me in a long time, and I'm not going to let my worried former friends ruin that for me.

But I'll admit it. I do miss Twilight. And I miss Rainbow. And everyone else, too. Spike, Fluttershy, Pinkie, Applejack, Rarity. Sweetie Belle. Apple Bloom.

Whatever. Feelings are stupid, right? Rainbow Dash probably said that at least once. It seems like something she'd say. Though, of course, only while she was having them.

Meh. I'm just meandering on at this point, saying the same old things over and over because I can't move past them. I just need to keep my head in the now. Cotton Fluff, who's somepony I barely even know, is currently flying this hovercraft through the forest to get us to some town called Ferretfall, and I'm not even sure what we're supposed to do there. But that mare was talking to somepony on the phone and while her story was good, she looked pretty suspicious. I dunno. Maybe I'm just making stuff up. I had some traumatic cave falls today and I'm honestly lucky I didn't get a cuncussion concussion.

~Scootaloo

The orange filly looked up from her journal as she signed her name, with a 'graphick' borrowed from Mochi. That mare was standing up by Cotton Fluff, carrying a conversation with her in low tones. On the opposite side of the hovercraft, Kevin and Flight still lay against the back, also conversing but in this case more casually, speaking with little concern over whether their words would be heard. It was not their words that interested Scootaloo, however. For a moment, she gazed at the unaware pair with a raised eyebrow; then, carefully, the filly put the pen's tip back to the page and started sketching outlines of their small equine forms.

As the minutes wore on, Scootaloo's drawing became more detailed, even including parts of the background and specific aspects of their coats and manes. And, as she watched each of them shy away at certain comments, blushing or stammering nervously, Scootaloo finally added three cursive words at the bottom of the page:

I ship it.

Author's Notes:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pu-neUmZ38w