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// Chapter 6 
// Story: Hello, Luna 
// by TwiPON3 
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The following morning, Twilight woke up in her bed with her Smarty Pants doll. The things about her room that were different were that there was a fan osculating on medium and a mostly-empty glass of water.

Where am I?

She looked to her bedside table, where her alarm clock read 9:35 in purple numbers.

"When did I come home!?"

She heard hoofsteps running to her bedroom door as she noticed she smelled vile and felt sticky and hungry.

"Twilight?" Sunset said, knocking on her bedroom door, "Twilight, are you okay?"

"Yeah," she replied as Sunset came in the room with a thermometer and a cold drink, "I'm fine. Do you know why I'm here?" she rubbed the gunk out of her eyes.

"You were running a fever," she said, pulling a chair over to her, "among other things, according to Nurse Redheart," she took Twilight's temperature, then put her a change of clothes in said chair, "She said it's due to stress and exhaustion," the thermometer beeped, so Sunset checked it, earning a curious look from Twilight, "It's lower than what Nurse Redheart said when I left with you last night-"

"What did she say and what is it now?"

"Last night... they were debating on keeping you there for a few days for observation. She said it was around 106. Right now, you're at 99," she gave her the water, "You had a dry throat, so you went through a few glasses of water in a short amount of time, and to took me a while to find your pajamas."

"Anything else?" she said upon finishing the glass of water.

"You need to take your mind off of that. It's not good for you. I know she's your mom, but you still have your life to live. Don't give that up, too."

"You're right," she replied, cracking her back, "I don't need to put myself at stake here. Is the cable place hiring?"

"I think so."

"I could give that a try."

"Just don't exhaust yourself."

Twilight took her time getting to the bathroom and getting herself cleaned up while Sunset made some breakfast for them. When she came out, Sunset had a breakfast of eggs, eggos, oatmeal, orange juice, and toast.

"Where did you learn to do this?" Twilight asked, still a little hoarse.

"I took up a little bit of cooking. I can't do much more than this, really."

"Thanks, Sunset."

"Now, if it's the cable place you wanna look into, I can help you there."

"It would help. Mom's gonna wanna see the news and whatnot, but since Princess Luna's return..."

"You're in luck if you get a certain stallion there to work with," she said, just remembering an important detail, "Just, he doesn't really... talk."

"What do you mean?"





Later, Twilight pulled into the Canterlot Cable TV office, everything she needed. Her fever had broken, putting her back at a steady 96.5, and she walked in, ready for what would come, or so she thought.

"Ms Twilight?" the director said, "You'll be working with a stallion, Seth."

"That's nice."

"Just, he's... anxious."

She followed the director to a station where a brown stallion with a messy, midnight-blue mane and tail (with what looked like terribly-done dyed-black strips), dark-midnight-blue eyes, glasses, a blue-gray button-up shirt open, revealing a black shirt, blue jeans that were torn at the back of the legs as if he had been walking on them, a watch, a pencil in his mane, and shoes, not unlike a stallion from Hooflyn.

She almost freaked out at how messy the setup was overall, moreso noticing a bucket of what looked like the stuff a pony would use to get ready in the morning, assuming they had to do it at work.

"Seth, this is your partner, Twilight Sparkle."

He turned and, upon noticing she was a mare, froze up, looking her up and down a time, "Uh..."

"I'll let you two get to know each other," he said, taking his leave.

"Are you alright?"

"Uh..." he said again, this time taking a drink from a thermos, "I..."

She sat down, causing him to move over, away from her.

It was a few minutes before anything actually happened, so she asked again.

"Are you okay, or should I get somepony?"

"I'm... ahright," he said with a prominent Hooflynian accent.