Charles is an average guy who works a less than average job at the Cloudy Hills Asylum. He goes about his daily life, caring for, vaccinating, and (much to his discomfort) torturing and killing off the patients who reside inside. However, his life will soon change when he is assigned to exterminate a patient who is having strange hallucinations of a certain orange Pegausus.

While the rest of Ponyville sleeps, Rainbow Dash asks herself a question she has been avoiding for a long time. Does her life have a meaning?

AUTHORS NOTE: This fic is relatively short, but has a deep meaning and a direct relation to my own life. Just recently, I went through a strange phase of depression, unbelonging and unimportance. However, I eventually was able to overcome this phase, and chose to leave this fic as a reminder to anyone out there who reads it. EVERYONE MATTERS! Even when you feel like you don't. Never give up on yourself or everyone else will give up you too.