"What?" Twilight looks up from writing What If. Her neck bones crackle as they suffer from their first movement in months. "You think the ride is over?"
Spike blinks.
"You want me to feed you?"
He shakes his head.
"Slap you?"
Another shake of the head.
"Ask Rarity to marry you?"
Spike, from the other side of the room, sighs as he turns to Nurse Redheart. "She's lost, doc. Please, put her out of her misery."
Nurse Redheart adjusts the rocket launcher mounted over her shoulder, giving a sad acknowledgment of Spike's orders.