Darkness engulfed the heroes. The black void around them yawned away from their feet like a vast, unknowable chasm. Wind rushed past their ears, or perhaps it was only the blood rushing through their veins they could hear in the deathless hush. Had the crash killed them? Was this the afterlife, or some place between worlds? They attempted to speak, but only silence fell from their lips, and only silence answered them.
“Yeah, I got nothin’.” Applejack said with a shrug.
“Wow,” said Dash, “that was pretty disappointing.”
“Hey, I only played this goofy game once.” said Applejack, defensively, “What did you expect?”
“I know you can do better than that, Applejack!” said Pinkie Pie, “Just think of something cool, then say it. That’s how I do it!”
“Okay, just give me a minute.” Applejack huffed, “It’s not like you gave me much to work with. How am I supposed to follow a blimp crash?”
The doorbell rang for the third time that evening. “Oh, for crying out loud!” said Twilight as she got up to answer it.
“It’s not like I mind having company,” she complained to no one in particular, “but since when did my library become Ponyville’s… social… hub…” She trailed off as she looked through the door’s peephole.
“What’s wrong? Who is it?” Rarity said with sudden alarm.
Twilight turned around, her face as white as a sheet. She swallowed hard.