[HEADING=1]IN EQUESTRIA![/HEADING]
Celestia: "Well, I was planning to offer you pardon. But breaking out of this asylum? That certainly changes the scheme of things."
I immediately stick my hands up into the air, and nudge Ghost and Roach to do the same. Pinkie Pie continues to bounce up and down.
RaN: "We're willing to surrender right now. Our intention was only to leave, not to harm any of the guards posted here."
Celestia: "A wise decision."
To my right, I watch as a guard handcuffs Roach and throws a cloth bag over his head. Two more guards give Ghost and I the same treatment.
Celestia: "Sorry for the restraints, but you
are dangerous criminals after all. My royal guards will escort you to another location."
RaN: "That sounds fair to me."
Roach, Ghost, and I are escorted out of the building. Celestia turns her attention to Pinkie.
Celestia: "Pinkie, your sentence isn't over yet."
Pinkie: "Aww, Princess! Can I please have a break, just this once?"
Celestia: "What kind of friend would I be to hold a grudge? In fact, the orderlies here have been busy preparing a party for you."
Pinkie: "Yay! I'm so happy you forgive me for what I did! What kind of party is it?"
Celestia: "A
slumber party."
From behind, a hospital orderly injects Pinkie with a sedative.
Pinkie: "Wow. I feel... funny... Is this real life?"
Drugged out of her mind, Pinkie is dragged into a high-security cell.
[HEADING=2]A HALF-HOUR LATER![/HEADING]
After a long time spent walking through the complex, our handcuffs and blindfolds are removed and we are seated down on a leather sofa in a classy office.
Ghost: "Nice place."
Looking around, I notice this seal on a mug on the desk in front of us.
Looking out the window, I notice Celestia conversing with the Director of the Office of Truth in the hallway outside. After a brief talk, the Director walks inside.
Director: "I don't want to bore you with backstory, so I'll just cut right to the deal. We need your help."
[HEADING=1]ON THE PLANET CERES![/HEADING]
Sister drags herself to a spring near the shelter of an underground cavern.
Sister: "Thank God, water!"
She splashes her hands in to drink from the water, but quickly recoils from the heat.
Sister: "Ow, that's hot!"
Scrambling away from the spring, Sister notices that a portion of the hot water cooled after touching the surface of the ice, forming a pocket of drinkable water. After drinking every last drop from the small puddle, she tears a few scraps from her shirt, using the cloth to bandage her burned hands. She takes a look at the cave entrance.
Sister: "Alright. I've got a source of freshwater and a place to hold out for the night. I might just make it after all!"
