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// Chapter 04 
// Story: My Little Pony: Venator 
// by ScottWolf 
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Chapter Four - Calculating Pi

From the journal of Twilight Sparkle
11th of February, First year of Exodus

One day after the attack, I decided to visit Pinkie. Her room was several floors below the command towers, just aft of the elevators. My own were on the aft part of the flight command tower. I'd invited her up several times in the past week we'd been aboard. She never even replied. Cadence told me she had tried to talk with her, but for the whole visit Pinkie had simply laid there, not responding, not doing anything. She hadn't even acknowledged that Cadence was there. 

I can't say I knew what she was dealing with. My own parents had been on one of the first shuttles out of Canterlot. My family was intact. Pinkie had lost everyone but her sister Maud and her coltfriend. I'd spoke with her too, but she was hard to read. I wasn't until Starlight talked to Maud that I learned how upset Pinkie really was.

I had a basket of various sweets with me when I knocked on her door. "Pinkie," I called. "It's Twilight." No response, so I tried again. "Pinkie, can I come in?" Still nothing, but I wasn't about to give up. "I've got a basket of treats with me. The Sampler Platter. Well, as close as I could make a sampler platter. You wanna try some?" Silence was my reply, so I decided to let myself in. 

Pinkie lay as had been described: on her bed, facing away from the door. The single recessed light on the far was was lit, casting cold illumination on the party expert. She looked like the most pathetic thing I've ever seen. 

"Pinkie?" She said nothing as I walked in and the door closed behind me. Moving around to the other side of the bed, I got a look at her face. Her eyes were half closed and staring at a spot between the floor and halfway up the wall. I sat down somewhat within her eye line, and leaned down until she was looking directly at me. "Can you hear me?" She continued to stare through me. I frowned sadly, then decided to try the sweets. "Do you wanna try one of these? I got them from... well, several different sources. I even snagged an Apple family fritter. Sound good?"

I got no response. I tried for half an hour. I put cupcakes in front of her. I brushed out her hair. I tried to sing her a song. 

I walked out of that room more depressed than when I went in.