When Pinkie Pie declares that she's taking a day off to have some alone time, her friends can't help but be deeply concerned--after all, what is Pinkie without a party to throw? But, as far as Pinkie's concerned, a party is a party, even if there is only one guest. Even is that guest is herself!

How can one tell if they're real? Who's to say that we're not all part of something else's imagination? Do you believe someponies real by the warmth of their skin? Or the feeling of their breaths down your neck? How can one tell? But that is only one of my many theories.

Is it possible to have two lives within one body? Two different personalities inside one pony? Pinkamena tries to understand the concept of being locked away inside a certain rambunctious ponies body, and why she can't be heard, or seen by the ponies around her.
Is it possible to feel love for the ponies around you, but you're not aloud to tell them? Is it right to love your other personality in such a way you should love somepony else?

Includes: PinkamenaxPinkie, FlutterDash, and RariJack