Shutting the door behind her, Twilight stared at... Sci-Set? No, that sounded too... shippy... Shadow Shimmer? No... that sounded... supervillainous... Sun-nerd? No. That was just insulting. Still, this was not her Sunset Shimmer, but... actually, now that she thought about it, Twilight still did not know what exactly this was.

Still, Twilight studied the Sunset in front of her, which looked like Sunset was dressing up as Twilight. Even had the same kind of glasses. The only real difference was that Sunset's sun symbol was embroidered on the skirt instead of Twilight's pink starburst.

"Sunset? Do you know me?"

"Should I?" Sunset asked, looking up from her seat.

I was hoping, Twilight thought. The girls did say that she seemed to be like me before the friendship games, and I only met Sunset and them just before it started. It would have been nice though.

She let her gaze drift around the lab, taking in much of what she could. There were some inventions that she had left behind still around.

Maybe that could help?

"My name is Twilight Sparkle," Twilight stated, "and as hard as it is to believe, this --" she motioned around the room "-- was actually my lab until a not too long ago."

Sunset shifted to look at Twilight more directly, crossing her arms as her eyes narrowed behind her glasses.

"I'm afraid, you're mistaken," Sunset replied. "See, this is my lab, and has been since I came here."

Twilight moved, walking over to the desk and leaning against it.

"That's technically true, but not in the way you mean." Twilight took a deep breath. "You see, you weren't here until today. Or... maybe not in this version of reality? We're not entirely sure."

Sunset pushed the seat away and stood up.

"Are you implying that I'm from another dimension?"

"More like stating that it's a possibility. You see, we don't know exactly what happened but you are most certainly not the Sunset Shimmer I know of this world. For example, you think Abacus Cinch is the Principal, correct?"

"Yes?" Sunset replied. "Are you saying she's not?"

"I am," Twilight answered. "You might want to sit back down while I explain."

Sunset's lips pressed thin as she looked at Twilight a long moment, eyes narrowed. Twilight could practically see the conflict going inside the other girl's head: the skepticism of what she was being told conflicting with the curiosity of what she may potentially hear.

And as often was the case with Twilight, Sunset's curiosity won out. Grabbing the chair, she sat back down.

Twilight took a deep breath.

"So, a while ago, Crystal Prep had The Friendship Games with Canterlot High, and..."

"And that's how we ended up here," Twilight finished.

"That is all very fascinating," Sunset conceded. She then leaned forward. "However, I think you can understand my skepticism of the whole thing. I mean, you're asking me to believe that" -- she held up a finger -- "one, magic is real," -- she held up another -- "two, there's a dimension filled with magic, talking, ponies, " -- another -- "three, a version of me came from that world to this one," -- another -- "four, she, you, and your friends now all have anime style magic girl powers," -- her hand turned around as she held up her thumb -- "and five, I am not the Sunset of this dimension, who was somehow caught up in a magical explosion." She then dropped her hand. "Honestly, I'm not sure why I believe you at all. This sounds like a prank Lemon and Indigo are trying to pull on me or something."

Twilight smiled and stood up, walking toward the center of the small room.

"I understand," she replied. "It is a lot to take in, and if I were in your position, I would be skeptical about it myself." She faced Sunset, and brought a hand up to her pendant. "I can prove it to you. Although, while more dramatic of the two, I'm not certain if this will actually work. So bear with me for a moment."

"What are you going to do?"

"The other's call it 'ponying up.' It's a minor transmogrification that causes us to grow equine ears, have our hair grow longer, and in the case of Fluttershy, Rainbow Dash, and myself, sprout wings. We don't entirely know what causes it, as it either occurs when we are facing some sort of danger, or for some reason, playing as a band. It has to do with harmony, however, so I think it has to do with our connection as friends, and that the music works because the synch..." She gave a shake of her head. "Nevermind. We can discuss it later."

Twilight then tried to transform into her magical hybrid form. "Tried" being the key word. Although she had tried before, Twilight had never figured out how to "pony up"when she wanted to. She had done so during dangerous situations, and when she had been singing with the other girls, but had yet to figure out how to do it when she simply wanted. It was like being able to see something from the corner of the eye, but not from straight on. She knew it was there, just not how to see it.

And unfortunately, it seemed that today would not be the day she figured it out. No matter what she tried, what she thought, what pose she struck, or what muscles she flexed, Twilight just could not get herself to pony up.

Although she might have pulled a muscle she was not even aware of until then.

Sunset was not impressed.

"Okay," Twilight relented. "So, that didn't work. Fortunately I still have my contingency method." Reaching up, she took a hold of her pendant. "You might want to brace yourself."

Tightening her grip on the pendant, Twilight reached out with her other hand, fingers spread wide.

A rose-colored aura encompassed Sunset and the chair she was sitting on. They then began to float up, lifting off the floor. A yelp of surprise escaped Sunset as she noticed, her hands gripping the side of the chair and holding on as until her knuckles turned white and nails dug furrows into the plastic.

Twilight then lowered the chair and girl sitting on it.

Before the thump of reaching the floor had even finished, Sunset Shimmer was up and out of it, eyes wide as she glanced between the chair and Twilight Sparkle. After a moment, she took a deep breath, and brushed her shirt and skirt back into place.

"Was that sufficient?" Twilight asked.

"Yes," Sunset replied. "Yes, that was sufficient." She took another deep breath, collecting herself. "At least in the proving that you have some sort of telekinetic-like abiilty which would be seen as magic." She wrapped her arms around herself, gripping at her elbows and giving them a rub. "Are you sure you're not mistaken about me, though? Is there any possibility that I'm the Sunset from this reality, and that you were somehow transposed to it?"

Twilight considered this a moment, before giving a shake of her head.

"While I will concede there is a possibility, the events leading up to my arrival and talking with the others has lead to such being so highly improbable, most would consider it an impossibility. Because not only would I have to have been transported, but so would my friends, The Dazzlings, and the Shadowbolt girls. Not to mention the possibility of Celestia being transported as well, and at that there are at least three other versions of Sunset Shimmer."

She adjusted her glasses.

"I'm sorry, Sunset, but given what I know, it seems far too unlikely."

"...Right..." Sunset conceded. "Assuming I accept all this, and it is still hard to do, what happens now?"

Twilight shrugged.

"I don't entirely know," she said. "We're trying to find other Sunsets, as well as her journal. That way, we can talk to Princess Twilight Sparkle of Equestria."

She took a step closer.

"You should come with us. Between the three of us, if not more, I'm sure we can come up with a solution that will fix things here and get you back to your reality."

Sunset stood there a moment, thinking, before giving a nod.

"Okay. I'll help if I can."

Before either even realized it, Twilight had lunged forward and gave her a hug.

"Great," declared Twilight.

She suddenly tensed and pulled back, blushing as she put her hands behind her back.

"I mean... welcome aboard. I'm sure the others will be glad to have you with us."

Sunset smiled, a small part of her regretting that the hug had ended so abruptly.