When Turnip Acres walked into the room and cleared his throat, Scootaloo was so distracted that she nearly fell over from the sprawled-out position in which she stood. From the looks of it, her fellow players were having the same issue as well, Mochi's legs trembling in place and Even Later's outstretched torso was swinging from side to side as the mare raised her head.

"Yes?" Later asked.

"What are you doing?" Turnip asked, looking over the group with a confused expression. And indeed, without explanation it was a strange sight: Scootaloo, Mochi, Even Later, and Kevin all had their limbs and bodies entangled as their hooves stood shakily on multicoloured dots, while Cotton Fluff and Clove Hitch stood by, watching as they stood next to a plastic spinner.

"We're playing Twister!" Mochi exclaimed, bumping into Kevin's side as she shook.

"Erm... alright." Turnip didn't look any less confused. "Well, if you could, please... stop that... we have some things to talk about."

Even Later frowned woefully. "B-but... we're having fun!"

"Fun is important, yes, but this is something even more important; if we do not leave soon, our lives and work are in danger."

"Our lives?" Kevin asked.

"Our work?" Clove Hitch chimed in.

"Leave?" Even Later exclaimed. "Surely you don't mean..."

Turnip nodded. "It's possible it may not come to that, but we can't be sure yet. Please, untangle yourselves from this mess and come to Cinderblock's study post-haste." Without waiting for a reply, the stallion turned around and trotted briskly out of the room.

For a moment, everypony was silent. Then...

"Aaaugh!" Mochi exclaimed, teetering over. She looked for a moment as if she would catch her balance, but no—the full grown mare fell with all her weight onto Kevin, who luckily was able to shift so that only his hindlegs took the full brunt of the impact. Mochi's flailing limbs also did their damage, whacking into both Even Later and Scootaloo before they had a chance to jump away.

"Dammit, Mochi..." Later grumbled as she limped across the room. "I'm starting to think maybe Clove and Ms. Fluff had the right idea here about not playing..."

"...so, based on what Flight and the other kids were telling me about it, the place looks exact like this one. They even have pictures!" Even Later finished her explanation to Turnip, whom she had caught up with ahead of the rest of the group, with a head tilt and a smile. "And that made me think... if we've got to leave, why don't we go over there?"

Turnip rolled his eyes. "Later, that couldn't work. We..." The stallion blinked. "Actually, now that you mention it, that could be perfect. Hmm..."

Later grinned. "Toldja so." She paused. "So, do you really think we'll have to move?"

"I don't know a lot, Later, but Cinderblock picked up a communication that indicates that the police know where we are. They may already be on their way here."

"We can just use the emergency exit, right?" Later asked, a hint of worry in her voice.

"Yes, they should only know about the main entrance. And perhaps we could have been more careful with our entering and exiting, but what's done is done." Turnip stopped at the door beside him in the hall. "Ah, here we are," he said, grabbing the handle and pulling the door open.

As he and Later slid into the room, holding the door open, the other five were still walking slowly through the first half of the hall.

"Soooo, truth or dare?" Kevin asked.

"Erm... truth?" Scootaloo replied. "That means I have to answer a question, right?"

"Yep! Guess you guys somehow have the same game. Anyway... hmm..." Kevin paused. "I wasn't actually ready for this."

"How come?" Flight asked. "You knew it was your turn, doofus."

"I thought for sure she'd pick dare! And I had a good one lined up... but before you ask, I'm not telling! I could still use it."

"Now that I know about it, I'm just not going to pick that," Scootaloo teased. "Anyway, go on. Ask away."

"Let's see... ah, okay. Can't go wrong with the most essential question in the book."

"Which is...?" the orange filly asked.

"'Who do you have a crush on?!'" Mochi exclaimed, poking her head in between the three. "C'mon, everypony knows that one!"

"Hmph, well, I don't," Scootaloo said.

"You still gotta answer it, though," Kevin said, surprisingly confident.

"I must admit, I'm curious, too," Flight added.

"...Why?" Scootaloo asked. "You hardly even know me!"

"Still, it's just fun to know, don't you think?"

"Stop stalling!" Kevin exclaimed.

"Fine," Scootaloo said, rolling her eyes. "To answer your question, nopony. I don't have a crush on anypony at the moment."

"Aw, come on! It's called truth for a reason!"

"It's true!" Scootaloo defended, raising an eyebrow. "What incentive would I have to lie?"

"Well, if it were on one of us..." Kevin wondered aloud.

Flight blushed. "I won't be upset or anything if it's me, Scootaloo, but I must tell you now that I'm just not into mares."

Scootaloo thought she could see Kevin's ears deflate a little at that comment, but continued: "No, I just don't like anypony like that right now. I'll let you know if I do, though."

"Fine," Kevin grumbled, but he obviously wasn't happy with this answer.