Hardly a moment passed after Scootaloo had shut her journal until Kaylee could hear Later say, "Oh, thank the stars you're back." The filly looked to Scootaloo, who had just shoved her journal back in her saddlebag, and together they trotted back towards the others, seeing Later, Clove, and Mochi all standing in the centre. It was the pink mare that heard them approach and once she looked over her shoulder, Mochi stepped aside to let Kaylee and Scootaloo trot up to the centre, standing face to face with Flight. Behind the filly, Cotton Fluff loomed, a neutral, almost stoic expression on her face.

"...So?" Mochi finally asked, breaking the silence. "You came back."

"Mhmm..." Flight nodded slowly, still staring at Kaylee. She didn't look upset anymore; she just looked tired. "There isn't really anywhere else for me to go, is there?"

"Guess not," Kaylee said before she knew what she was saying. Flight's glance turned odd, and Kaylee shrunk back a little.

"So, uh, are we good?" Scootaloo asked, sounding a little unsure that she should be the one speaking. "Are you gonna be nice to Kaylee now? Can we move on and get this show on the road?"

Flight bit her lip. "I can't pretend to understand what K-Kevin is doing, but... I don't hate him." She turned to look at the dark green filly across from her. "I don't hate you, Kevin. I just think you don't know what you're talking about."

Kaylee felt a pit drop in her stomach; she felt sick, and she wanted to throw up. Nonetheless, she tried to put on a brave face; she offered up a weak smile and leaned forward to pull Flight into a hug. "Th-thanks," Kaylee murmured. Flight didn't reach out to join the hug; she just stood there, expression blank, until Kaylee pulled back and looked to Later and Clove. She could also see Mochi—who looked furious, but said nothing.

"What are we doing now?" Kaylee asked.

"Well, Later and I pretty much have a plan worked out," Clove said, "but it'll take some explaining. Here, everybody gather 'round the plans." He shifted over to the stump and beckoned for everypony to trot forward, which they did.