The object is now in my personal safe, in a place where no one will be able to get at it. I have spent a good part of the morning writing my letter to Princess Celestia, explaining the situation, and expressing my concerns over Twilight.
All I have is her final message to me, writ over my writings, which I have placed in an envelope alongside the letter. Hopefully, the Princess will read it soon, and an inquest will be launched. Although I normally trust Twilight to be able to take care of herself, I can’t help the feeling that something quite terrible might have happened.
If there was any time to have a personal dragon, it would be now, but alas.
I must go out now to talk to some of the townsfolk. Perhaps someone saw her that night.