"Where are we going?!" Scootaloo shouted as she barrelled down the hallway, running past door after door and following its trajectory as the walls curved rightward. "Seriously, help me!"

"I thought you knew!" Kaylee called from behind her.

"Seriously? You're asking for our help?" Flight admonished, panting.

"No, shh, shut up!" Scootaloo replied. She said no more, hoping Grey would respond.

"Just keep going—you're doing fine," came Grey's timely response, still quietly by her ear. "You need to reach the end of the hallway and then you're going to come across some stairs on either side. Go down the one to the right."

"Stairs. To the right. Got it!" Scootaloo replied.

"What?" Kaylee asked, confused.

"Are you talking to somepony?" Flight asked. "What's going on?"

"No time to explain!" Scootaloo replied loudly, turning her head to look back at them. "Once we're somewhere safe, I'll—whoa!" As she looked backwards and past her companions, she could see Butternut and Dessic skid out of the room down the hall and begin to speed after them. "Don't look now, but... meh, that's a boring line. You should totally look—the guards are after us. Speed up!"

Both Kaylee and Flight turned their heads and let out loud, startled yels as they saw the older ponies quickly catching up with them. "Not good, not good!" Flight called out.

Scootaloo looked back ahead to see the stairs at the end of the hallway in view, and they would be upon the stairwell in just a few moments. "Okay okay okay let's do this," she muttered to herself. "Stairs! Incoming! To the right!"

"To the left?" Flight asked.

Scootaloo raised an eyebrow, although the filly couldn't see it. "No, the right! What are you, deaf?"

"Nah, I'm just messing with ya," Flight replied. Once Scootaloo reached the stairs and zoop'd off to the right, Flight and Kaylee followed right behind. They didn't look back; all they had to gauge how close the ponies on their tail were was the thundering of hooves coming up behind.