Two minutes later I fell out the door, trying to pull my coat on as I stumbled after her.
"Twilight!". I called out in to the darkness. "Twilight come back, I'm sorry!"
She was no where to be seen, the street lights barely gave enough illumination to see to the other side of the road.
"Damn it." I muttered.
I jogged down the small path leading from my door to the street, trying to think of all the places she could have gone.
She could be anywhere. She's lost, alone, scared and upset.
"Oh god, what have I done?" I thought to myself.
I ran around the entire block, calling her name and receiving death threats from my neighbours for making so much noise.
By the time I got home, I was terrified, out of breath, and I'm not ashamed to say on the verge of tears.
"I'm sorry." Came a small voice from behind me.
I whirled around to see Twilight standing there, her arms crossed and shivering from the cold. I spread my arms and stared at her. "Where did you go? I ran around the whole street looking for you and... You just disappeared."
She crossed her arms and I could see the goosebumps forming on her skin. "I didn't go anywhere, I hid in the dark corner between your house and the fence."
I looked over to where she described and nodded slightly.
Twilight looked up at the night sky, trying to avoid eye contact. "I know you were just trying to help, and I am grateful, really. But I just-"
I held my hands up to silence her. For a moment she looked like she was going to cry again, no doubt worried that I was going to yell at her.
I slowly walked up to her and shrugged my coat off, wrapping it around her. "Don't worry about it, let's get you inside. We can talk about it in the morning."
My blaring alarm clock shook me out of my sleep, but when I rolled over to turn it off I crashed on to the floor.
I stood up blearily with my head pounding from the impact and collapsed back on to the couch, the blanket wrapped around my feet.
With eyes still closed I turned off my alarm clock and revelled in the silence.
Part of me didn't want to think about why I was sleeping on the couch instead of in my bed, but the other part of me couldn't think of anything else.
I wiped the sleep from my eyes and made my way to the kitchen to start making myself some breakfast.
"Good morning, sleepy head!" Called a voice that was far too happy for this time in the morning.
I focused my eyes on Twilight, and immediately clenched them shut.
"Twi! What are you... I mean, why are you naked?!" I spun around and looked back in to the lounge room to avoid further looking.
I heard her foot steps slap on the tiled floor as she walked over to me. "What are you talking about?"
I covered my face with my hands and could feel the searing heat from my cheeks. "Your clothes." I managed to stammer out. "Where are they?"
Her footsteps moved over towards the fridge. "Oh, I took them off last night. Clothing is only formal wear anyway, right?"
"Not... Exactly..." I mumbled through my hands. "It's sort of a full time thing here. We umm... Don't have fur coats to keep us warm."
"Ohh!" I heard her exclaim as she rummaged through the fridge. "That explains why I'm so cold."
I nodded my head vigorously. "Yes, exactly! Now, I think it would be breast - best! I think it would be best if you umm... If you got dressed. Please."
"Alright then." She sighed. I heard her walk past me and down the hall.
I finally allowed myself to open my eyes and breathe a sigh of relief.
"Oh, and one more thing!" Twilight jumped out from behind the corner suddenly, straight in to my field of view. "I made you breakfast to say sorry for last night. Eat up!"
Then she dashed away again.
Stunned, I merely stood and stared at where she had stood, the image of her burned in to my brain.
My feet carried me to the kitchen almost by their own free will, and I sat down at the table in front of a salad sandwich.
My mind still in the process of a biological Blue Screen Of Death, I lifted the sandwich to my mouth and began chewing, only to spit it out a few seconds later.
Along with lettuce and carrot shavings, Twilight had added some flowers from my garden to the sandwich.
I dropped the ensemble back on to the plate and leant back in the chair.
"Daymond?" Twilight called out from my bedroom.
"It's Desmond!" I replied, trying to contain the indignation I certainly felt.
I thought I heard her mumble an apology but I wasn't sure. "Can you uh, can you lend me a hoof here?"
I stood up and made my way to the bedroom, keeping my hand just in front of my eyes in case I needed to avert my gaze again. "What's up?" I asked her as I tried to keep the nerves out of my voice.
A pair of my shorts flew out from the doorway and landed on my outstretched arm. "I can't put them on, they're too small."
I picked up the pants and rolled them up in to a ball. "What do you mean?"
Twilight walked out with her legs through the arm holes of a jumper and a pair of pants draped over her bare torso, covering her more delicate areas. "Never mind!" She said with a happy smile. "I found a pair that do."
She pause slightly as she looked at what I was wearing, then back to herself. "Why is mine different to yours?"
Before I could stop myself, all the stress of the past twelve hours exploded out of me in a fit of laughter, bringing me to my knees as I cackled at her.
I don't know how long I laughed for, but I finally managed to clear the tears from my eyes and breath normally again.
Twilight was still standing there, her arms crossed and wearing her ridiculous outfit.
"You got half way there." I said though intermittent bouts of laughter. "Put the bottom one on top and the top one on the bottom."
Twilight looked at what I was wearing one more time, furrowed her brow, and then began pulling her clothes off.
I spun around and walked back to the kitchen. "At least wait till I'm out of the room, geeze!"
Twilight came in while I was washing some dishes in the kitchen, her clothes now the right way around. Or should I say, wearing my clothes. The baggy tee-shirt and oversized jeans made my brain start to melt again, no matter how hard I tried to stop it.
She sat down somewhat awkwardly on the chair, unsure of what to do with her hands. She settled for holding on to the underneath of the chair, no doubt to try and stop herself from 'falling off'.
"Do you mind if I make myself something to eat?" She asked meekly.
I grabbed a plate from the drying wrack, have it a quick wipe with the towel and handed it to her. "Go right ahead."
As Twilight finished placing the last piece of bread atop her sandwich, I was dressed and ready for work.
"Twilight, I've got to go to work, so would you be okay to stay here today?"
She carefully pulled a knife out from the drying rack, holding it between her fingers by the handle as if it were a venomous snake.
"What am I meant to do?" She grumbled as she slowly sliced the bread.
I hadn't thought of that. Pondering for a moment, I dashed back to my room and opened the wardrobe.
"Twilight!" I yelled out. "Come here!" This would be perfect.
She came in with one slice of her sandwich, the other half apparently already devoured. "What is it?" She asked between bites, but it sounded more like "Waf ith it?"
I stepped back from the wardrobe and gestured for her to look inside. "I know it's not a lot, but hopefully it will give you something to do."
Inside was the entire twenty-seven book collection of the Encyclopaedia Britannica.
Twilight pushed the last of the sandwich in her mouth and dropped to her knees in front of the book shelf.
"Wow!" She exclaimed. "What are they all?"
"It's a comprehensive list of almost everything in this world, it should help you to fit in a bit." I told her as she hefted one of the heavy tomes from its spot.
She flipped through a few pages and then looked up at me.
"What language is this? I don't remember ever seeing it in the Canterlot archives."
My jaw dropped. How could I be so stupid!? Of course she's never read English before! "I'm sorry, Twi. I presumed that because you spoke English that you'd be able to read it too."
Twilight smiled at me in a way that made my knees weak. I didn't know what it was with this girl, but she had a power over me.
"That's okay!" She said sweetly, still beaming at me. "I guess I'd need to check this sooner or later."
I opened my much to question her, but I never got the chance.
She closed her eyes and placed both her hands on the book. Suddenly, a bright purple glow surrounded her, and I was sure I saw white runes flashing around her head.
The glow expanded out, forming a bubble around her as I stared on in awe.
The bubble popped, sending small bolts of magic flying outwards.
She pulled her hands away from the book and nodded.
"At least my magic still works..."
I blinked away the images that were still burned in to my retinas, unable to fully process what I'd just seen. I'd seen Twilight perform magic in the show, but never had I expected it to be so extravagant.
After regaining my senses, I grabbed Twilights hand, pulling her to her feet and letting the book fall to the floor with a heavy thud.
"This is great news!" I shouted happily. "If your magic works then you can use it to go home!"
She slipped her hands out of mine and stepped backwards.
"It's not that simple Desmond. The spell that bought me here was extremely powerful, cast by Princess Celestia, Luna and myself. Without a third pony that knows what she's doing..."
I nodded at her, trying not to make her feel any worse.
"Well, at least you've still got something. Now I've got to go, I'm running late as it is."
Twilight didn't reply, she was already reading. I smiled softly at her and walked out the door.