When she opened her eyes again, Scootaloo felt her mouth fill with the bitter taste of sleep. She was pretty sure that a few hours had passed but there was no way for her to tell; there was no timekeeping device aboard that she had seen, but she felt it all the same. She looked out the window—not that it was an accurate way of telling if anything had changed since all of the world outside looked the same to her, but it was just what was out in front of her. And, as she'd suspected, it looked pretty much no different. The ship just kept cruising on forward, pedal to the metal.

Scootaloo let her head loll backwards. She was used to being bored, yeah—there had been many a time back in Ponyville when Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle had been busy with chores and stuff, Rainbow Dash had been too busy being... awesome, and she had run out of scooter tricks and stuff to entertain herself with. But being alone on a spaceship with no idea of when she'd encounter another pony? For lack of a better word... yikes.

As she lay there, Scootaloo thought briefly upon where she was going. That wasn't exactly something she had figured out in advance; she'd been in such a hurry when she left, there had been no time to plan it out. Where she was going and what she was doing was uncertain.

Though, as she thought this, she also remembered something she had remembered to bring with her. With that thought, Scootaloo snapped to attention. She leaned over the front of the seat and dangled her hooves down towards the bag. She pushed the sides of the bag outward to reveal the contents: a thick, brown hardcover book.

Scootaloo opened the front cover of the book with a hoof, revealing the book's title page. This wasn't what interested her, however; it was the small scrap of paper to the left that her purple eyes were drawn to. She lifted the scrap delicately between her hooves and shifted it to her left hoof so she could close the bag with her right. Once she was sitting back upright in the chair, she looked down at the paper in her hooves.

The thing was browned and weathered; it looked as if it would disintegrate if not treated with care. The paper was folded oddly, on the vertical, so that it appeared disproportionately long and thin. Scootaloo used the tips of her hooves to pry apart the edges of the paper, revealing the inside with a crinkle.

The paper was at first glance unremarkable. As a matter of fact, much of it was devoid of marking. What made it interesting was the marking that was there, though, drawn there long ago in black ink.

Circles of varying sizes formed a rough diagonal line across the page. Some of the larger circles were orbited by smaller circles. In the lower right corner, there was the tip of a very large circle; in the upper left, there was a line of dots across the page.

"Hmm... so wait... is Equestria on the first one, or the third one?" Scootaloo wondered aloud. "Aughh... can't believe I'm saying this, but I wish that I'd paid attention on that astro-whatever unit that we did." She traced the line of circles with her hoof. "Hmm... I think I remember Cheerilee saying something about... um... life can't survive on that first planet, cuz it's so toasty there from being so close to the sun," she said, hoof atop the circle. "And it can't be that second one, cuz we only got that one moon. So, yeah, it's gotta be that one there," she finished, hooftip directly above it.

"Dang," Scootaloo said, scratching her head with her free hoof. "It's gonna be a while 'til I get anywhere... ugh." She folded the map back up with another crinkle crinkle and replaced it in the cover of the book just like how she found it. With little else to do in the cockpit, Scootaloo hopped out of the pilot's seat and leisurely walked off down the hallway.