Tabitha had just finished penning her letter. She was just folding it for envelope stuffing, even if she wasn't sure how to get that envelope to the right place. "And the--"

Elsewhere, Dark and Bubbles had resumed their walk. Bubbles nodded to her comrade in arms. "It'll be alright."

"Easy talk," said Dark with some venom. "How far I've fallen, taking succor from a common thug."

"What?!" Dark bore her teeth, anger welling dangerous. As if in manifestation of her fury, the building shook as if punched by an irate giant. "The flip?"

Elsewhere, cross-legged and quiet in its snowy room, the yeti considered things large and small, at least until the room quivered. To have such a shake reach it through the barrier meant a truly horrific force had struck the building. With feline dexterity, it leaped to its feet and snatched its weapon free from the frozen tundra with a dry snap. "There is no peace for guardians."

From the outside, all seemed peaceful. A powerful field of unimportance crackled into being. The building wasn't invisible, but it may as well have been. It was just so... boring. There was nothing exciting about it. The smoke billowing from the side? Eh, nothing remarkable. The chips and flecks of cement? Just brush them off if they fall on you. Move along. There are so many more pressing affairs.

The city knew nothing of its potential incoming doom. Ponies trotted along, oblivious to the danger that threatened to tear apart the life they knew.

Author's Notes:

This chapter... it's kind of small. Like, criminally tiny. And yet, it feels... right. Just to irritate you all, the next may or may not be delayed as I'm heading to Texas for Nightmare Nights.