"I can see the universe!"

Spitfire stared at the white filly sitting on the couch at the other end of the train car. Her pupils were wide to the point of insanity. Her jaw was hanging like a loose hinge on a rusty door with a string of drool hanging from her maw like a vine from a tree. Whatever she drank was a blessing or the beginning of doomsday.

After a few minutes go by, the train attendant returned with her cart of drinks and treats. She paused for a moment at the door, her eyes instantly locked on the filly staring off into space. She walked towards the filly and waved her hoof in front of her eyes.

"Are you okay?" she asked, worry growing in her voice.

"Icanseeeverysinglestarintheandromedagalaxy.Anditsbeuatiful!" Winter spat out like a machine before returning to silence.

"Wha...?" the attendant blinked in confusion.

"Is she going to be alright Miss Spitfire?" the attendant asked as Winter took another sip of her coffee, then going back to staring off into space.

"IhaveneverfeltsoaliveuntilthisdayIcansmelleverythingtasteeverythingseeeverythingfeeleverythingIamimortal" Winter spat out again. Spitfire thought about it for a moment then realizing that Winter will just crash when the caffeine wears off. 'Whenever that will be?'

"She'll be fine," Spitfire assured the attendant.

"A-are you sure... She seems a little... Off?"

"Whoa... Themilkywaylookslovelythistimeofyear."

"Positive," she smiled.

"Inordertotravelbackintoyouneedapositveandnegitivechargeofphotonsinabsoluteentropytravlingthroughthetardiswormhole!"

After Winter Rose blabbered out that last sentence (if it was one), she passed out on the couch in an uncomfortable position. Spitfire sat up and reposition the little filly while the attendant grabbed a pillow and blanket from a closet at the front of the car and tucked her in.

"What did I tell you. She's asleep from a caffeine crash and won't wake up for a while." Spitfire smiled.

Later.

I wake up with something soft covering me. I sat up, blind as a bat and with a horrible headache. The back of my head pounded like a motherfucker with down syndrome holding a jackhammer. Instinctively, I rubbed my temples with my hooves in the hope that the pounding would stop. When that didn't work. I cleared my eyes and fell off the bed that I was sleeping on, kissing the floor with loving care.

"Son of a bitch," I groaned, picking myself up.

Giving a quick look around, I noticed that it was a lot darker in the lounge. So much so that I may have hit my head a little harder than I thought. Spitfire was still on her couch drinking tea and going through some papers, somehow using her feathers as makeshift fingers. I cocked a brow when she didn't notice that a young filly fell out of bed and spewing profanity like it was going out of style.

"Aren't you nice," I deadpanned.

No response.

"Hey! I'm talking to you!" I shouted.

"I can hear you just fine, but I'm not listening to you. I got work that needs to be done before the Wonderbolts go on tour for the summer."

"Fine, by the way. How long was I out?" I asked.

"About six hours. Go back to bed, we won't arrive at Cloudsdale for another eight."

'Eight? How far away is this town?' I thought as I sat back on top of my couch and was immediately bored. 'At least, my headache is gone. Which is weird.'

Like watching paint dry, I watched Spitfire jabbed at what I believed was a calculator before scribbling on a couple sheets of paper in utter silence. The attendant came in again with a smile on her face that screamed; "I had sex a couple of minutes ago. You can't break my mood." She saw me looking at her. I immediately made it my goal to get rid of that stupid grin on her face.

"Hello, Miss Rose. Did you have a nice nap?" she asked while she brought her cart up to me.

"Why of course Herbal Remedy. It was simply wonderful, even though how I achieved it was less than desirable," I cooed.

"I am glad to here that," her smile widened, "would you like something from the cart?"

"That would be lovely. May I have another cup off non-decaffeinated coffee with a side of buttsex please?"

"Of course!" she cheered. Spitfire lowered her paper with an unamused glare pointed directly at me. I stuck my tongue out at her while the mare was turned around. She placed my cup of amazing on the end table next to my couch with a smile.

"One cup of coffee and a side of buttsex..." she said with a straight face causing me to laugh hysterically. Spitfire face hoofed and put down her papers to take a sip of her tea before asking for another cup. Herbal Remedy quickly realized what she just said and lost her smile to one of absolute horror and embarrassment. I am not sure how she was so oblivious to what I asked for, but that made it all the funnier.

Cloudsdale, it was interesting to look at to say the least. I had to ask Spitfire how the hell it doesn't float off in a random direction as we flew up to her Roman style manor. From what I could understand was: magic, magic, gravity tethers, magic, physics doesn't apply, and more magic. I pushed the thought aside to concentrate on flying through the night sky and not being blinded by the bright lights that came from pillars also made of clouds.

You would think that since electrical wires would eventually corrode to the chemical and biological compounds of physics defying cloud crafting. That there would be massive power outages, but as we passed by a billboard that said. "Power protection since 549 ATL." I threw out my logic before I had an aneurism.

We passed by the nightlife that immediately took notice of Spitfire. Paparazzi and fans of her Wonderbolt life began storming us like hungry vultures, asking question after question as to what I was doing with her. She silently motions me to follow close before she dove down into a nearby alley. I followed as she motioned and throughout the night of swerving through hundreds of alleys. We finally made it to her manor.

I didn't take notice of the details of the majority of her home as she led me to a room with; a big bed, a couple of wooden dressers, a walk in bathroom and closet. It was mostly empty, which since I was going to to be here until I get sent off to fight camp for summer while she goes off on tour. I didn't really matter. I had a bed; a place to live and food. Sure I was in another world, not that I cared much about. This world was a lot better than my old one. No pollution of any kind, fairly peaceful, I had a head start on education in most areas but magic and most importantly. No one suspects that I am an alien.

I fluttered into my bed with a yawn and tucked myself into the bed. I heard Spitfire say something, but I couldn't understand it. I let my eyes close on their own as I looked out the window where I had a perfect view of the stars, even though they weren't my old stars, but they were pretty none the less.

"ALRIGHT GET UP!" Screamed a very stern pony as she blew on a whistle.

"Go away, the marshmallows need me~" I groaned back to sleep.

"I said," she paused for second, "GET UP MAGGOT!" Screamed female Satan as I was thrown out of bed and gave a big sloppy kiss on the floor that tasted like lemons.

"It's going to be a long day," I sighed.