Chapter 9: The reunion
"Hey! You guys, over here!" JetStream was galloping closer to the ponies he was happy to see again. Twister turned around.
"Well, long time no see." JetStream smiled.
"You too. Oh, by the way, where are the other two?" Twister looked quizzical.
"Oh, them? They are with their parents still..."
'So they are brother and sister!' JetStream thought. JetStream had another question in mind, "So, where are we staying then, that hotel over there?" he pointed a hoof at the obvious hotel in front of them.
"Oh, no, in a factory... of course in a hotel!" JetStream scratched his chin.
"How are they fitting all of us inside there?" Twister laughed.
"Believe it or not, it's seems bigger on the inside... I know because my family moved here temporarily before we moved to Altamare." Slash nudged Twister.
"They're calling out hotel numbers, let's go." Twister and JetStream both nodded.
"All right, quite down everypony so we can hear our numbers, it will be name, then number... Ashtray, Number 1... Jerrytree, Number 2..." Time seemed to really slow down, "Sparrowaltz, Number 23..." There was a distant, "Of course..." "Pat Pink, Number 24... Square Squad, Number 25..." JetStream was hoping to stay awake, "Virgo, Number 34... Golden 'Bridged, Number 47..." And it still seemed to go on forever, but it finally ended, "451 rooms? How do they manage?" JetStream asked nopony. "Yay! We get the highest floor!" JetStream cheered all the way to his, and Myriad's room.
"Alright, JetStream, calm down, the room number is 416." JetStream jumped when he saw it.
"I can't wait to see the view!" JetStream bolted to the edge of the room with the glass windows. Myriad listing to anything other than his own son.
"Jeez, the neighbors are pretty quite, I guess that doesn't bother us... or shouldn't." JetStream gasped in awe.
"The view is incredible! And I can see our house from here." JetStream took the sight in the for the moment, 'So this is what's like to be away from home...' he could see it, that small faint silhouette in sight, for most ponies. 'My house stands from the others, but I bet that's how other ponies feel about their homes...' was 8:19pm, and all they decided to do was talk, and get comfortable. Soon it hit 8:31pm.
"Alright JetStream, you know what time it is..." JetStream nodded.
"Yeah, okay..." Soon he slid under the covers, hearing his Dad speak to his shut eyelids, awaiting the hours to pass like seconds.
"...Good night..."
~~~Chapter End~~~