I didn't see it coming, couldn't have seen it. I felt it, the world turned sideways in an instant; I was on my back looking up into red-pink eyes. Cyan-Rainbow. My mind processed quickly as I assigned a name to this... winged-almost-horse. She looked angry, confused.

I was terrified, pinned under a obviously angry mare, and injured, if only superficially. It hurt. It had come to that point: You have to make a choice, you keep pushing through, fighting till you've got nothing left... or you can give up, let what's going to happen happen.

I looked up at Rainbow, and turned my head towards Lavender, Red, and Orange. Instinct was screaming in one ear, rationality in the other, and somewhere in the middle I made my choice: I gave up; Dropped slack to the cobblestone and relaxed.

Whatever it was they had planned, I had to just wait and see. Everything was becoming increasingly clear, thoughts, sights, sounds, feelings. The fog that had lifted when I'd first woken up had apparently not been all of it, as I was thinking with an increasing clarity with every passing moment, as if I was still changing, like I'd woken up too soon from whatever had been happening by that pond.

I felt something touch my shoulder, not a strike like I'd been expecting, more gentle. 'Concerned', the word entered my mind. I lifted my head and turned and saw Rainbow gently prodding my shoulder with her hoof, the fire and fight was gone from her eyes, replaced with something else. Fear?

She thought she hurt me, my mind arrived at the conclusion rapidly, she hadn't meant to injure me, was afraid she'd overdone it. Red, Orange, and Lavender were staring at me as well, various levels of concern evident on their own faces.

I pushed myself off the cobblestone and back onto my hooves, my sore muscles protested but they relented and allowed me to stand up, to show them, and especially Rainbow, that I was okay. They relaxed as I shifted around on my hooves, apparently confident I wasn't injured, or not too badly if I was.

"What is all this commotion over here?" My head snapped around on a swivel, my eyes locked onto something... fabulous, another spike-head pony, this one was white... no... Alabaster, and had the most immaculately styled mane I'd ever seen, and it was purple.

Alabaster approached, my eyes scanned across her form, searching for a tell as to her intentions. Her bearing conveyed... confidence and a hint of caution. She was clever, but even that can't completely hide what you're feeling. 'Where did that come from?' I thought to myself.

"Is she alright?" Alabaster asked Rainbow. The crowd started to disperse behind her, the show was over, it seemed they had decided.

"I don't know, she's just standing there. She tried to attack Twilight and I tackled her and then she just... stopped." Rainbow answered.

'If she hadn't chased me...' I thought as I looked past them at the buildings of the... town? That seemed to be the right word for it, town. The word just popped into my head, unbidden, just like the others. It was far too quiet, I turned my head to find the five of them staring at me, mouths slightly agape.

"What was that, dear?" Alabaster asked with a raised eyebrow. I blinked and worked my mouth, it was open...

"I... said?" I ground out haltingly, the words seemed harder to articulate when I meant to say them, maybe I was over-thinking the process. Another shock to my system, that I'd even had a concept of over-thinking a problem was new and foreign to me.

"Yes... you did. Are you alright?" Alabaster asked again as she stepped towards me, her eyes widened as she got closer.

I blinked twice and my mind went blank. "No," I said, simply, clearly, as I fell to the ground and thought no more.

I felt like I'd been kicked in the head, and I did have experience to draw on for that.

My eyes opened to a dimly lit room, wooden floor, wooden walls, wooden ceiling, wooden... everything. I was on a bed again, my head was on a pillow. It was not the same as the time before. I rolled my head, Lavender, or was it Twilight?

"You're awake." She stated, it wasn't a question.

"Y-" I started automatically, then closed my mouth and opted to instead nod my head, I didn't yet trust my... voice; something so new and foreign and... natural. She raised an eyebrow at me, but didn't question my hesitation.

"Are you going to run again?" Twilight asked me, flatly.

I shook my head slowly, keeping my eyes on her as I took in the room, took in possible escape routes. Felt how comfortable the bed was and thought about how much I wanted to stay in it.

"Do you have a name?" she asked finally.

I hesitated. I did have a name. A name... what was my name? I stared down at my hooves, my eyes went out of focus as I dove into my own memories. The farm, the pasture, the other horses... and the others the... people? Everything was so basic, shapes, sounds, smells but... I could make sense of it, despite the different mind that had seen it.

I nodded my head and looked at her, my mind still searching for that answer.

"Well... what is your name?" She asked stepping towards me, she seemed concerned, did I look scared?

I had a name, but what was it? Something at the tip of my tongue, at the back of my mind. A saddle on my back, a bit in my mouth, hands firm on the reins, a soft nudge in the side... 'Alright let's go-'

"Maggie." The word left my mouth even as the thought finished in my head, I had a name, it was given to me by... them, and I could remember it, "My... name... is Maggie."