"Hey, Butterfinger, you might wanna look at this!"

Scootaloo was leaning against the wall below deck in the pantry, doodling in her journal, when she heard Kevin's voice from above. Even though she knew the colt had only been joking the other night about drawing him, the filly had pretty much run out of other things to draw so her pencil was currently in her mouth, end to the paper sketching the contour of the unicorn's torso. But, interrupted, she spat out the pencil onto the notebook.

"What is it? I'm busy!" she shouted up the ladder hole.

"C'mon!"

"Ugh!" Scootaloo set the notebook aside, careful to close it so nopony could see what she had been working on if they walked by. Not that that was likely, but whatever. The filly then climbed up the ladder and galloped down the hallway, making loud clang noises with each landing of her hooves on the metal.

When she got to the cockpit, she saw the stool was empty and could just barely see the tips of Kevin's mane poking out from around the side of the pilot's seat.

"Dang it, dude! That's my seat!" She ran up and hopped onto the stoll with full intention of using it as a springboard to leap onto that plasticky chair where Kevin sat.

However, just as she was about to leap, he spoke. "C'mon, just stop and look." He pointed forward with his hoof at the window; Scootaloo, following his gesture, turned her head to look.

For a moment, she said nothing.

"Is that it?" she finally asked, not turning away.

"Yep... that's home."

Scootaloo just kept staring ahead at the medium-sized green globe that marred the otherwise black expanse of space. It lay just ahead, somewhere in the middle of the window, and although she couldn't make out any details, it was evident from the colour of the planet that it was green and lush. It made her think of her home, too, and how far she had already come from it.