You decide it's best to stay tucked under the dry bush and to wait for the strangely colored, flying, horned, talking ponies to go away so you can get back to finding the tunnel that brought you here. You're not completely sure that there really is a here, after all, this could all be some sort of delusional mental breakdown, but you figure you might as well treat the reality you're presented with as if it is real. You figure that maybe the tunnel is your way out of the world or maybe it's your way out of the delusion, either way, it's a way out.

Despite the unbelievable things you've seen, the rich smell of the soil around you in the hole you're hiding in and the occasional bug crawling up your arm or leg insist that your experience is very real.

"He ran in right over here," you hear Rarity call out from the edge of the forest.

"He could be anywhere now," you hear Twilight say with a sigh.

"Come on, girls, what're we waiting for? We've gotta find that loco pony with the head injury before he gets into trouble!" Pinkie Pie shouts gleefully.

"You're right Pinkie. Okay, everypony fan out just far enough that you can still see at least one other pony and start walking forward. If you see any sign of him, give a shout and we'll all come to you. Got it?" you hear the purple one say to her friends and then a short scuffle of hooves as they all get into position.

After a few minutes of listening to their hoof-steps and the crunch of underbrush fade into the distance, you finally pull yourself out of the hole under the bush and look around to make sure none of them stayed behind. Satisfied that they've all gone further into the forest to look for you, you decide it's time to get back to the meadow and find the tunnel home.

You blink against the incredibly bright sun as you step back out of the Everfree forest into the meadow. The talking ponies had said several times that you'd fallen out of the sky, so you decide to keep your eyes up while you look for the tunnel home. Your wobbly horse legs seem to get a little less wobbly with each step, but you manage to fall and scrape your knees more than once.

"Where is it?" you say as you decide to take a break from looking and sit on a grassy knoll covered in tiny flowers.

You watch as a swarm of yellow, blue, and pink butterflies drift towards you like some sort of living cloud. The cloud envelops you for a moment, the delicate wings casting colored shadows on the ground, your arms, and your eyes before drifting off again leaving you with a sense of calm, unlike anything you'd experienced before.

"I shouldn't be calm," you say to yourself, "I'm stuck in some alien world full of talking animals... but it doesn't seem so bad. Not really bad. But I need to get home. I don't belong here."

Choose your pony adventure:
[[Go back into the forest to look for the ponies in hopes that they can help you]]
[[Run away from that forest and those confoundedly impossible talking ponies]]
[[Fall asleep on the grassy knoll]]