When the hole in the wall was nearly large enough for Scootaloo to squeeze through, the possum stopped pulling the bricks down. She assumed it would start again; when it didn't, the filly raised an eyebrow.

"Dude, I can't fit through there."

In response, the possum opened it mouth and made the same odd squeaking noises of laughter. It turned and then walked away on all fours, and she could see the fuzzy form recede from view.

"What the—don't just—auuugh!" Scootaloo exhaled, frustrated. She stepped up to the hole. "Maybe I can..." The filly ducked her head down and tried to fit it through the hole.

She tried a few different angles and approaches, too, and even pressed herself flat against the ground, scooting forward with her head sliding across the stone. Yet each time she felt the sharp corners of the bricks jutting out along the edges, pushing into her skull. Each time she yanked herself back, cursed the possum, and tried again. And, each time she thrust her head back into the bricks, the possum tittered once more.

"Shut up!" Scootaloo shouted. "I give up! I'm not gonna play your stupid game anymore... heck, you probably don't even know what's going on, ya dumb possum." She stared once more at the hole and then made for the stairs.

And then, behind her, Scootaloo could hear skittering. She stopped, but that was a mistake; she could feel something warm and wet on her back leg and, before she had time to process it and respond, pain.

Scootaloo yelped and flailed and turned her head to see the infernal possum had attempted to sink its teeth into one of her back hooves. And it hurt; while it hadn't made it all the way through or anything, the sharp teeth of the thing had made enough of indentations in her hoof to hold on. Wincing, she lifted her leg and tried to shake off the extra weight as hard as she could. The possum's body contorted in all different directions as it sailed around in the air, and then was flung from Scootaloo's hoof and smacked straight into the wall with a resounding thud.

It fell to the ground and remained there, motionless. Scootaloo stood there looking at it for a moment, nursing her injured hoof, and then she turned to walk back up the stairs and away from this bad idea of a route out of the labyrinth. As she turned, however, she noticed something that caught her off guard and nearly jump back in surprise.

The brick wall with the hole was, to put it simply, no longer there. It seemed to have just vanished completely, and Scootaloo's eyes were now treated to a room beyond—definitely the same room as before, but now she could just walk through to it. She considered just walking away—one wacky possum that made no sense was a bit much, and who knew what lay ahead in that direction? But Scootaloo was curious and so she walked through the now-empty passage.

When she rounded the corner, though, Scootaloo was surprised to see a haphazard pile of stone bricks that looked as if they had been flung aside. She felt a lump in her throat; something here was definitely weird, and not knowing what it was freaked her out all the more.