“He is holding steady,” Luna reported to Celestia, “But … I think we were some what too late.”

Celestia paced her quarters, “How do you mean?”

“He is still alive, but nothing they have tried can bring him back. Taking him off support sees his systems failing.”

The princess of the Sun sighed, “In other words, he's dying.”

Luna nodded slowly, but then paused. “There … is something.”

Celestia already knew what her sister was thinking. It broke the laws of nature, the laws they had set up, but neither of them felt right letting Pete Powell die here now. His sacrifice had allowed them to return to their world, and here they were gods. Celestia looked out her window at the blue sky, remembering just two weeks ago when they had gotten back home. The way Pete had smiled as he fell. He knew. He expected it, or at least had considered the possibility.

“Do it,” Celestia said, finally turning back to Luna. “We created the rules, we can bend or break them as we see fit.”

Luna nodded gravely and turned to leave. She walked out of Canterlot castle and to the hospital that Pete was held at, the ponies she passed on the street either genuflected or moved out of her way. The streets had seen more royalty than ever before the past two weeks, and everypony knew why. The strange creature the sisters had brought in had not gone unnoticed, nor the fact that the famous Elements of Harmony, not to mention the royals themselves, visited it regularly.

Luna entered the hospital and found the doctor in charge. She gave him a list of things she would require and told him to move Pete to the infirmary at the castle. The doctor was surprised, but he naturally obeyed his princess. By sun down Pete was laying in a bed in the castle, and Luna had sealed the door. She had spent the day preparing for this, and she had been given permission by Celestia. Solemnly, Luna promised to herself that Pete would live, and not only that he would be better than before.