Pinkie Pie, May, and Dawn all sat down at a table. They were at a restaurant in Trottingham.
"See anything on our way here?" asked Dawn.
"No." said Pinkie. "Nothing."
May said nothing. She just stared at the table.
"May?" asked Dawn. May said nothing. "May?"
"Huh?" asked May, quickly looking up at Dawn. "What?"
"Something wrong?"
"It's just..." she started.
"What is it?" asked Dawn.
"Remember Strawberry?" asked May.
The name Strawberry caused another image to flash through Pinkie's brain. This one was a bit more disturbing than the other one. She saw a mutilated red unicorn sprawled out on a cement floor. Blood was everywhere. Pinkie blinked a couple times to clear the image from her head.
"Strawberry?" asked Dawn. "Did you ever end up finding her?"
"Sort of." said May.
"What do you mean sort of?" asked Dawn.
"When I went to her last known location to look for her, the unicorn I spoke to all of sudden started to freak out. She kept yelling for me to leave. And that Strawberry was... dead."
"Dead?" asked Dawn. "That's terrible. Who could do such a thing?"
"I don't know." said May. "But I miss her so much."
"So do I?" said Dawn.
Pinkie stayed quiet. She kept rethinking the image she saw of the dead pony. What could it mean?, she kept asking herself. Then a waitress came over to their table. She was a pink unicorn with a yellow mane. She set regular silverware in front of Dawn and May. Then she set down silverware in front of Pinkie Pie that had hoops attached to the handles.
"May I take your order?" she asked.
"Lemonade with some tomato soup." said Dawn.
"Pink lemonade with chicken noodle soup." said May.
"Got any meat?" asked Pinkie Pie. The waitress just stared at her. As did May and Dawn. "What?" asked Pinkie. She thought about it for a second before realizing what was going on. "Oh. Right. How about some lemonade with soup."
"What kind of soup?" asked the waitress.
"Surprise me." said Pinkie.
"All right." said the waitress. Be right back."
Pinkie looked down at the silverware with hoops on the handles. Just then another image flashed before her eyes. This one was of a sharp, bloody knife with a hoop on the handle. A pink hoof was through the hoop and was cutting through the skin of a blue pegasus with a cutie mark of a cloud shooting off a rainbow colored lightning bolt. She blinked rapidly to clear the image.
"Something wrong?" asked May.
"What if it's best I don't remember who I am?"
"What do you mean?" asked Dawn.
"What if whoever I was before the accident was... bad?"
"Bad?" asked Dawn.
"Yeah. Bad." said Pinkie. "Like... hurt others. And what if the amnesia is the only thing keeping that part of me at bay? Wouldn't it be best to just leave things the way they are?"
"I guess." said May. "Are you sure you were bad before?"
"I keep seeing these... images." explained Pinkie. "Disturbing images. And if they're memories, then... I don't want to go back."
"I understand." said May. "I think I prefer you this way, anyway."
The waitress came back with their food.
"Let's eat and then we can discuss things over at my house." said Dawn.