Slowly you stir, the familiar sound of birdsong greeting you to the world of the awake and living. For a moment you are caught in their sweet melody, the comforting sound keeping at bay all the pain from the day before. It doesn't last long, and soon the memories come flooding back. Your leaving the hospital. The travel across town. And... Your house. Your beautiful house.
In a rush you open your eyes, the realization dawning that you must have fallen asleep beside the ruins. What you see instead is entirely unexpected. Instead of the ruins of your house before you there was a very much intact wooden wall, it's face dominated by a mantle piece laden with trophies and ribbons. And instead of the rough feeling of dirt beneath you there is the comforting feeling of rather soft and springy mattress.
A chill runs down your spine. You've just found yourself in somepony's bed with no recollection of the night before. You definitely remember feeling really depressed. It's possible that you went drinking to forget your troubles and ended up doing something rather stupid. You take a deep breath and slowly turn your head to the right, hoping to Celestia that the bed would be empty.
It's not.
Or there is no need for it to be. Turning your head to the right you notice the bed ends. You were in a single bed, large, but single all the same. At least it meant the chances you did the nasty last night were somewhat slim. Relieved, you turn yourself to a new task. Working out where you are.
Sadly there weren't many clues, at least nothing that would give you information from your bed. Wooden walls weren't the best identifier, almost all the houses in Ponyville were made of wood. There was a bookshelf at one side of the room, but not knowing many ponies made it hard to judge based on the taste in literature.
A small window provided the light to the room, unfortunately only some tree branches could be seen through it. Given the terrain in Ponyville, yet again it could be anywhere.
That left the trophies as the immediate source of identifying the location. Unfortunately, the bed was so inviting. It's warm and soft sheets were so unlike the ones at the hospital. You really didn't want to get up and expose yourself to the environment in the room.
Groaning, you prepared to haul yourself out of the bed. The covers were in your grip but a twitch of your left ear made you pause. You were wandering what made your ear twitch when it happened again. For a second you got even more confused before you could make out a faint hummer and the light patter of hooves.
The noise was quiet, barely above a whisper but it was getting louder, the source of the noise getting closer. You listened intently to the tune that was being hummed. As you did, a small smile came to your face. Whoever it was, they were humming Bethooven. Classical music? Well there was a surprise. Not many ponies around here listened to classical music, that was more of a Canterlot taste. Wait, Canterlot? A small idea of who it could be filled your head.
The seconds passed and you lost yourself in the sounds of the Fifth Symphony. The closer the source of the humming got, the clearly you could hear it. The pitch was high and the pony, if indeed it was a pony, was definitely female. Your confidence in your guess of who it could be was only strengthened.
The sound of hoofsteps stopped, you could tell that who ever it was was standing directly outside the door. Automatically, you closed your eyes. You didn't know why, but it felt right to pretend to be asleep as they entered the room. "Just like being a colt again," you thought.
You heard the door open and close as the pony entered the room. And you held your breath and screwed your eyes tight. There wasn't really a reason to, but you figured you would let whoever owned this house make the first move until you knew who they were.
Whoever it was gave an exasperated sigh. "You don't think I know you're awake? I can tell when somepony is pretending to be asleep. I have raised a baby dragon after all."
You easily recognize the voice and could tell who it was even without the mention of a baby dragon. You open your eyes giving a slight chuckle as you do so.
"Morning Twilight."
Ten minutes later, you're sitting on a sofa, a cup of coffee in your hoof and a frown on your face. With the shock of pleasure at seeing Twilight having worn off, a great sense of depression had settled on you. You probably would be crying if it wasn't for Twilight making you 'Pinkie' promise not to as you had walked down the stairs to the living room.
You turn your head to the kitchen as Twilight enters the living space, her own mug of coffee and a large plate of cookies in her telekinetic grip. She settles in a seat beside you and places the plate directly in front of you, her eyes and a shake of her head indicate they are for you.
As she sits there silently, intently studying you with her eyes you plunge your head towards the plate. The aroma is overwhelming and you let the scent of melting chocolate fill your sinuses. The cookies must be freshly baked. Without further hesitation you pluck a cookie from the plate, wolfing it down in seconds. Two more cookies quickly follow before you stop and turn towards Twilight.
She's still looking at you, but it was different. She was no longer looking at you like some sort of book she was studying, but instead a look of concern. Similar to how your mother used to look at you after you banged your hoof or cut your flank. She barely knew you, yet, Twilight really seemed concerned.
"How are you doing, Quill?"
You just gaze at her, answering her with stony silence as cogs whir inside your head to come up with a suitable reply.
"Quill?"
You feel one of her hooves touch your shoulder, it's contact a symbol of her presence. It's meaning all to clear. She as here to help.
Your gaze shifts to her hoof, the fact that someone cares about you beyond their job moves you and a single tear falls down you muzzle. It lands inaudibly on her hoof, yet she makes no sign of pulling back.
Soon you are crying openly for the second time in as many days. Forgetting yourself you thrust yourself towards her, and despite the suddenness she receives you into a deep hug. A small blush forms across her features, the only sign of embarrassment of the situation. It helped that her assistant, Spike, wasn't around to make fun of you and her.
As you bawled your eyes out into her coat, Twilight just hugged you close, her presence a pleasant warmth against you. She made no effort to speak or interrupt you, instead she smiled as you let out the pain. She knew, not from books but first hand experience that you needed to cry out all the hurt and pain you had suffered over recent months.
Eventually, your tears run out and your crying recedes to just dry, noisy sobs. You feel a hoof leave it's grip from the hug to raise your face to look at hers. Her eyes glisten, it seems like she has shared some of your tears. Despite this, a small grin is present on her face.
"Feel better?"
You nod, your head brushing against her chest as you do so. This must have tickled her as it elicits a giggle from her. She's quick to cover her mouth with her hooves, obviously not wanting you to think she's making light of the situation. Released from her grip you begin to slide off the sofa. Flailing your hooves you fail to grab onto anything and fall onto the floor, landing on your back in a somewhat comical fashion.
Looking at you, Twilight's attempt to halt her laughter fails and she's soon roaring away making you blush. The laughter soon proves contagious and you end up laughing away with her.
After a few minutes laughter, you lean up from the floor and look at Twilight. "Now I feel better."
"Good, so do you feel up to asking a couple of questions?"
"Huh?" You're surprised, why would she want to ask you questions? Still you didn't think it could hurt, not more than recent events had. "Sure, go ahead."
Her smile widened to the widest you had ever seen her achieve. "Are your sure? I don't want to hurt you."
You placed a hoof on one of her hind legs, hoping it's presence would convey the meaning you wanted it to. "Twilight, after all the support you've given me since I left home you couldn't hurt me with a couple of questions."
"Ok then." Twilight gulped hard. "First, I wanted to ask, where have you been recently? I missed you around the Library recently."
"Well, I was in the hospital again. Another injury, damn my luck."
The features on Twilight's face softened as she heard the news. "Oh, not again. At this rate they might as well set up a private bed for you. What was it this time?"
Your eyes twitched slightly as she asked this question. You still couldn't remember and it bothered you.
"I can't remember, whatever it was gave me amnesia. All I know is it involved my house."
Twilight's head was nodding slightly as you gave your answer. It looked like she was trying to store the information in some particular part of her brain.
"Hmm, might be something I can do to help with that." She muttered, she seemed to be thinking out loud and not really talking to you. "So why were you crying outside of that ruin yesterday when Rainbow found you? You usually come here or go straight home from the hospital." She asked, turning her attention back to you.
"T-that was my h-house." You stutter, it was painful but you wanted to answer.
She freezes in shock as you give that answer. Her mouth hangs open and her eyes give a nervous twitch.
"Wait a minute," she eventually manages to say. "That was your house?"
You nod.
Twilight shoots bolt upright, leaping from the sofa to the floor in a haphazard and clumsy motion, narrowly avoiding injuring herself in the process.
"Oh my goodness, she said she recognised the pony but I didn't put the pieces together." She was looking at the wall as she said this, not speaking at you. She mutters a few things inaudibly under her breath before turning to address you. "Look, I need to go. Don't worry I won't be long." She speaks rapidly and clearly distressed.
She turns to leave but you placed strong hoof on her to hold her back, carefully so as to not hurt her.
"Do you know something about what happened to me?"
She shakes her head. "I can't answer that right now, I really need to go. Stay here, I'll be right back." She ducks under your hoof and heads towards the door.
"But..."
"Stay here. I promise I'll be right back."
With poof she disappears in a flash of magic, leaving you all alone in the Library. Slowly you make your way back to the sofa and plonk yourself down in no particular place.
"Sometimes, I hate magic." You say as you contemplate her teleporting away. Looking around the Library, you try to think of something to do as you wait. Reading doesn't grip you right now, and being a library there isn't much more for you to do.
Heaving a large sigh, you lean back against the sofa and stare blankly out of a window hoping Twilight would return soon.