The Prowler rolled throughout the night.

One of the three would be awake at any given time, keeping watch for Sky King clouds, or other dangerous things. There would be little interaction between the trio.

Crypt did not want there to be. Their last conversation with Pinkie had been... concerning.

("How did you know to get us out of the way!?" Myrrh asked.

"Pinkie sense," Pinkie answered, brushing her mane back and grinning.

"Excuse me?" Crypt asked.

"It's a thing I can do where I can sense things about to happen. I can also sense stuff happening nowhere near us. Pretty sure Windstream is going to help the Sky King find us."

"You... KNOW that!?" Myrrh said, jaw hanging open. "H-how!? I've been exploring the world for years and I've never come across ANYTHING like that!"

"I'm Pinkie Pie! I'm pretty unique."

"You're the most powerful pony in the world," Crypt said, voice dry.

Pinkie looked into the distance. "...It's possible. I don't really know for sure.")

There had been little desire for conversation after that. Pinkie had tried to talk to them again, but Crypt had remained resolute and Myrrh had ended up trying to hit on the pink pony again, which just made Pinkie go sulk for a while.

Right now, Pinkie was on watch, and Crypt was trying to sleep.

He thought he wouldn't be able to.

He was wrong.

He dreamed...

("Heya, Crypt!" Pinkie announced with a grin. "Ready for the race?"

Crypt realized they were standing neck in neck, surrounded by vague, almost faceless ponies. They were on a road that led right into the Wilds, directly away from the lands of Ser.

"...We should not race here," Crypt said, matter-of-factly.

"Don't worry," Pinkie said with a wink. "I'll keep everypony safe! Don't you trust me?"

"...I trust you," Crypt said, nodding slowly. He hard a voice that sounded distinctly like his own screaming in the distance.

They ran. The other ponies didn't matter, it was just him and Pinkie, running into the Wilds. He fell behind as she jumped impossibly forward, swinging from branches, vines, and the necks of gigantic snakes.

They ran away from her in fear.

Crypt skidded to a stop. There it was. The grave.

Pinkie was leaning on the cross shape, a playful smirk on her face. She fluttered her eyes. "Quite the evening, huh Crypt?" She pulled him close, smirking deviously. "We could have some fun here, you and I."

"P-Pinkie..."

"Yes?"

The red gemstone in the grave started glowing profusely. Crypt could only scream as he thought of what it meant.)

(Myrrh slept, but awoke, but also slept.

Something was wrong.

Something had been wrong ever since the desert.

The dreams had never been the same.

She'd almost never had dreams before. And when she did, they were vague, blurry, distant.

Here they were as sharp as iron and as cold as ice. She was sitting in a cave she had sheltered in during a blizzard several years prior. She looked to her side, expecting to see a male griffon she had been spending a lot of time with.

She was shocked to see that he was nothing more than bones.

Gandriel was fine, right? When Myrrh left those griffon lands, he had been fine. Absolutely livid at her for flirting with the locals in the latest town, but fine nonetheless. This isn't what had happened...

"I'm coming for you, Myrrh," the deep, dark voice said.

"GO AWAY! You wanted me gone! I left!"

"You were not meant to survive..."

"I haven't seen you in years! YEARS! No sign! You gave up!"

"The heat does little to stop me, little one... It is just a manner of finding you."

"YOU'RE JUST A DREAM!" She shouted. "JUST A DREAM!"

"And your dreams have always been ugly, disgusting, and improper..."

"Not listening! Lalalalalalalalalalalalaal!)

Pinkie knew she was going to get a freaky dream the moment she went to sleep. Crypt was on watch. The two had shared a very awkward glance just a few seconds prior.

Pinkie wondered if he knew...

She shook her head and told herself to fall asleep.

(Pinkie was mildly surprised to find herself in the purple miasma from her last bizarre dream immediately.

"Pinkie!" a voice shouted in the distance. "Pinkie, where have you been!?"

That wasn't the reverberating voice from last time. That was a pony. A pony she knew.

"Flutter-" she stopped short, seeing a gigantic flower forming in the sky before her. It excreted a horrible gas that she could both see and not see. A yellow pegasus floated above it, tears falling down her eyes.

"Pinkie! It's too late! Run away!"

"I'm not leaving you!"

"A destination," the reverberating voice said from behind her. The image of the flower and the pegasus dissipated.

"Get lost," Pinkie muttered.

The being did no such thing, instead asking another question. "Why do you do what you do?"

"Ah-buh-buh-buh! Nope! I'm not answering your question until you answer mine!" She held out a hoof at the miasma - at the lightning, the clouds, and the churning darkness. "Are you the Sky King?"

"Why do you do what you do?"

"For Pete's sake, I'm not giving you what you want without a little information in return!"

"Why do you do what you do?"

Pinkie twitched. "Enough games. RAAAAAAH!" She charged forward, pulling out her hammer and swinging wildly.

She hit something.)

She woke up with a start. With a sigh, she closed her eyes agian and tried to go back.

All she returned to was a fragmented memory of a ring of energy, an explosion, and stars flying past her vision...