"No. It can't be real, I mean it couldn't. It isn't," Twilight walked over to the mirror and observed herself.
"I can remember getting all of these injuries. It happened in my dream. I haven't read anything about the mind creating stories to back up what you see in the form of a dream. I was wrong. This is all real."
She began to lift her head dressing to get a view of the injury. Immediately she placed the bandage back with hurry.
"Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh oh my gosh!", she looked out of her room past the throne and saw the door. "I don't know who these ponies are. Or at least I don't remember them from before I came here. I should try to be qui-", a sharp pain in her head cut her ability to speak off for a brief moment. "AAAGH!", she moved around the room swaying her head back and forth in pain, holding a hoof to it. When the pulse of pain finally subsided, she made her way back to her bed and climbed in, not wanting to be caught standing about by those guards this world's form of her knew.
She waited for nearly an hour. Nopony showed up. She continued to wait until she finally fell asleep.
Day break came, and sunlight flowed in through the window and hit her face. She mumbled something in her sleep and rolled over. Then, a knock at the planning room door woke her up and grabbed her full attention. She groggily climbed out of her bed and walked slowly out of her room and made her way to the door. The events from last night had left her weak.
She tried to open the door with her magic but found she didn't have the strength. She gave up and called to the door. "Come in."
The door opened and a pony stepped in. He was a grey stallion with a yellow mane. He wore glasses and a fancy leather jacket, and he carried a hard black briefcase in his magical grasp.
"Your highness. I hear you are not feeling well. I was summoned from beyond your force's reach to lend a hoof, and naturally, it took me a while to get here. How are you feeling?"
Twilight looked him dead in the eyes and said, "I'm sorry, who are you, what are you here for again?"
His eyes narrowed. "Ah, it seems you have forgotten. I am a neural scientist, the best in my field, as well as a trained fixer of the psyche. You could also call me a mental therapist, though that title is usually associated with the position ponies refer to as shrinks. I tell you, I am not a shrink. My line of work is on a far less emotional field. I am the best there is. You have sustained a highly scarring injury, if not emotionally, obviously physically, as well as mentally. I have been called in to fix you."
"F-fix me? But I was never broken. I just got hit with fire, in the face!", Twilight glared at him, not liking being called broken.
"Along with other traumatic blows to the head! Please, your highness. I believe there is more to it than that. A guard gave me a heads up and told me he saw you talking to nopony when he walked in yesterday. I believe this long time of injury can do things to an alicorn, especially when you take into account your inability to use magic that it caused. I do not think everything is fine. Please, let me try and help."
"How did you know I couldn't use magic?", Twilight asked in confusion.
"Your caring guards have been keeping an eye on you of course. That's how they decided they needed my help."
Twilight thought for a moment.
Well if I say no he may know I'm not really her. Aren't I? But if I say yes, I'll be cooped up in some therapist office for who knows how long. Then again, I may be able to learn a thing or two about the world I'm in. Wait! How would this worlds form of me act?!
Twilight looked at him in utter annoyance. "UGH! Fine! But hurry it up, I don't want to be kept from my uh, duties for too long."
"Of course your highness! Follow me and we should be done shortly. Oh, and by the way, my name is Clear Mind. Doctor Clear Mind."
"And my name is Twilight Sparkle, but you can just call me 'your highness'," she rolled her eyes and followed him down into a lower level and into an interrogation room.
"Please, sit. Make yourself comfortable," Clear Mind motioned to a not-so-comfortable metal chair.
Twilight sat down on the chair with a annoyingly loud metal creek. Clear Mind sat in one across from her.
"I really want to make a joke here about how you're feeling, but I need to get to the point," he looked at the one way mirror on the wall and nodded. The door shut and a heavy metal 'clank' could be heard. "Now. Something has been wrong with you since that day. The day of the battle in Canterlot. You haven't seemed yourself, well, at least while you've been awake you haven't.
Twilight looked at the door, realizing it had just locked, and what that meant."I don't understand. What is this about? You think I'm...crazy or something?", Twilight glared at him.
"Not quite, but we have many theories. While you were sane-"
"SANE?! Does anypony doubt my sanity?!", Twilight shouted, trying to correctly guess how this world's form of herself would respond.
"I hate to be blunt, but yes. Even now you act strangely. You act as if you do not know yourself. While you were sane, you made everypony promise, including me, that if for any reason, you acted strange or out of place, that we would get to the bottom of it. Be it a Changeling has taken your place, you go soft, or even lose yourself mentally, we had to fix it, no matter what you said during that time. We made a promise!"
"We? Were you in that group?"
"Yes ma'am, I was. In fact, I walked up three flights of stairs today to see you for the first time in a week. I never came from out of town. I am the internal investigator, tasked with finding any traitors, or in your case, something less purposeful. Unless..."
Clear Mind reared back and fired a blast of glowing golden magic right at Twilight's face. As she found that she couldn't move, it hit her. But it wasn't painful, it didn't do her harm.
"That was a spell to unmask you if you were a changeling, or using a magical disguise, but you are really you. So now I believe I know what's happened. You legitimately lost your memory. You have amnesia Ms. Sparkle."
"Wait, hold on. This is a lot to take in. First of all, how much else do I not really know about you? And secondly, I remember nearly my whole life!"
"Ah, yes, I am indeed a scientist of the neural degree. And part of my job includes anything from profiling, to fixing a pony from insomnia, to solving amnesia. Oh, and I had the door locked to insure you wouldn't escape in case you had been a changeling," he looked at the glass and nodded again. The door unlocked.
"Before we continue, do you have any intention of escaping?", he looked into Twilight's eyes.
"I do not, and I will go along with whatever you need to do to bring me back to normal."
"I do not see a lier in your eyes, but I do hear fear and confusion in your voice. Do not be afraid, I will help you find yourself. We can find you together. Now, how about we go somewhere a little more comfortable?"
Twilight nodded.