"My head hurts," said the large cross between a bug and a pony.
"Well, I am sorry to hear that." The stallion stared at the creature. "You are somehow not the strangest of today's visits." He tilted his head to a side. "You're not from around here, are you?"
"Indeed." The bug looked around the room. "Nice mirror by the way."
"Thanks," replied the stallion.
Wick Clip's voice once more came from up the stairs. "Is there someone else there?"
"Yes," the stallion said.
The mare walked down the stairs and had a look at the room, until her eyes focused on the rather hard to miss affront to the laws of nature occupying it.
"Hello," politely said the thing, waving at her with one of its appendages.
Wick stared for a few more seconds, and blinked. Silently she left the room and went back up the stairs.
"Poor thing," the stallion commented. "She's not all right in the head. I know it doesn't seem nice to say that and I know I don't like it when ponies do it with me but it's true of her. I just hope she doesn't end up hurting anyone."
"Are any of us right in the head, really?" asked the pony bug hybrid.
The stallion looked at it. "Us as the creatures on this world or us as the creatures in this room?"
As a non response, the thing grew some feathers on its back. "I think I'll be leaving too now. I have places to have been to and times I'll not yet have visited already, and not yet happened things done and finished ones to do."
The stallion nodded in understanding. "I'm not sure what that means, but I empathise with the headache now."
The insectoid equine looked at him almost disappointed. "Won't you try to figure that one out?"
"It's hard to find a black cat in a dark room, especially if there is none," replied the stallion. "Looking for a method in madness is hard enough, I won't bother with searching where one probably isn't. I like puzzles that are there, just because no one else sees them doesn't mean I'm crazy. Trying to read the future by cutting animal entrails open isn't for me, and neither is any other practice of looking for order where one doesn't exist."
"I see," the bug said, growing more eyes on its neck for added emphasis. "Discomforting, but fair."
"Someone needs to play the mad one's part in this play," the stallion said. "Though the great wheel moving this world is a mechanism I've only understood bits and pieces of. But it is such a vast and complex thing I dare not look at it in full, or I might really go insane."
The creature nodded. "You would before even seeing it all. Trust me, I'll have had passed through there a while ago from soon. I'll be going now, then, and hopefully things will clear up."
"Hopefully." The stallion gave a polite nod.
The thing turned and forced its mass through the stairs, sectioned legs touching the walls and ceiling and hooves clacking against them as it crawled upwards through them. There was a scream as it emerged on top of them, Wick's judging by the sound, and then silence.