Twilight walked over to the door and open it with her magic once again. She stepped outside, and she began to talk to a pony that was out of my sight. The conversation seemed to be her answering a few questions. A few times she would glance my way, before speaking back to the unknown pony. After a while, she stepped back in and allowed to door to shut. “Who was that?” I asked her as she returned to her bookshelves, putting back the book who had given me earlier. “Oh, it doesn’t matter. It was just somepony I knew, who was asking something. Don’t worry about it though,” she glanced at me. I thought about pressing the subject, but decided against it. “Alright, this is nice and all, but would you know why I’m here? I’m not from here, if you haven’t noticed,” I fished for an answer from her. She stood there for a second with her back from me, moving some books around, before she spoke. “I wouldn’t know. There is somepony who would though. I can try to ask her what she knows about your…situation. Are you sure it’s not just some sort of am..am…amnesia? It’s becoming more common these days,” she seemed to be trying to avoid the fact that she didn’t know. “No, it can’t be that. I remember a plane crash,” I noticed her confused look and added, “It’s a vehicle that can fly, kinda like a bird or a pegasi. Anyways, that’s all I recall. That and a voice, and the fact that I was still in the plane when I woke up,” I continued and looked at her. “You said you woke up in one of these…planes? Maybe if you went there, you could figure something out,” she proposed the idea carefully, as if she weren’t sure.
“That would work, but I don’t even know where the plane is anymore,” I admitted. She paced back and forth, before stopping and sighing. “I don’t know then. I’ll talk to Celestia to see what she thinks what we should do. For now, you’ll have to stay here in Ponyville. The amnesia may have more effects, ” she decided. “I already told you it wasn’t amnesia, and where am I going to stay?” I already assumed what the answer would be, but I wasn’t sure what she would say. “Well, there is a spare bed upstairs. I’m not sure if you would be able to fit in it though. Beds here have been fitted more to the size of ponies. We can figure something out tomorrow. I’ll introduce you to some of my friends tomorrow as well,” she nodded as she stopped talking. She directed me upstairs, and I noticed that her assumption was correct. The bed was not nearly large enough for a human, but it seemed to work well for the ponies. At the time, the lizard hadn’t seemed familiar, but after Twilight addressed him as Spike, I mentally slapped myself for not recognizing him. The upstairs room was smaller than downstairs areas. It barely had enough room to move, but two beds sat there, in opposite sides of the room. Twilight laid down on one of the beds, and I took to the other. I couldn’t sleep, and just laid there and stared at the ceiling. I didn’t know how long I laid there, but it had to be a while. I tried to think back on what happened during the last days. I assumed that I wasn’t dead. If it was, this didn’t seem very death life. As my mind tried to make sense of what had happened, I slowly fell asleep, even as I tried to keep the sleep at bay.
The voice returned in my dream, the same one from the crash. “You were barely saved, child, but as you know you are not in your world. You’ll have to find new friends during your life here. You can try and find a way back to your world. Whatever your choice is, make note that it won’t be easy. You’ll also know who I am when the time comes, no matter what you choose to do,” the voice spoke in a soothing voice. Just like last time, it faded out as I woke up. When I woke up, I sat up. I noticed Twilight wasn't there, and decided she must have already gone downstairs. I thought about the dream and the voice. After some thought, I decided to get up. I realized that in my exact same clothes two days in a row. The blood stained ones as well, and the sweat soaked ones. I decided to question Twilight about the ability to get my clothes washed. I walked down and saw her running back in forth from the kitchen into the living room. Spike was still asleep somehow, even through the noise that she was making. She saw me and tried to apologize. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I tried to make something to eat, but I didn't know what humons ate, and I didn't know what to do. I tried to cook something, but decided it wasn't right, so I tried again. Then I broke a glass and I had to clean up the shards, and I was still trying to cook an-“ I cut her off, laughing softly. “It’s fine. I don’t enjoy eating breakfast in the first place. The glass didn't cut you did it?” she shook her head, and sat down on her floor. I knew that some of the food the ponies ate were not something I could imagine eating, but there was always the chance of finding more…earthly food.
This was, of course if Pinkie actually baked goods. I opened my mouth to speak, but was cut off by Twilight. “Oh, I never got your name yesterday. It was so late, and I was so busy,” she slowly seemed to be calmly down from her panicked state. “Oh right, I’m Tom Clayford, or just call me Tom,” I told her. She nodded, and I sighed and tried to tell her what I was planning to in the first place. “Uh, is there any place where I could get my clothes washed? Do you guys do that here in Ponyville?” I asked her. She thought for a second and then nodded. “I’m pretty sure Rarity could wash them. She might be able to make you new clothes too. We need to start introducing you to my friends anyways. I hope they don’t overreact though…” she trailed off into thought, before jerking her head back up. “Alright then. Let’s go,” she nodded, and began to walk out the door, without waiting to see if I was following her. I paused for a second, trying to take in WHAT had just happened. I wondered if she was like this every morning. I jogged to catch up with her. When I managed to catch up, she looked over, and then slowed her pace down, and apologized. As we walked on, we reached what looked like the boutique. Hopefully I would be able to get something washed, at the very least. I just hoped that the other five, which I assumed who she was going to have me meet, were more sane than the show had always portrayed them.