Lab Progress Report #4: We successfully taken more information out of Subject 46523. She and the one called ,"Spike", have exited their home and is picking up the last survivors from Ponyville. Shortly before nighttime, they arrived at a old abandoned well house just outside of Phillydelphia. Subject 165 will be interviewed later this week.
Subject: Twilight Sparkle Location: Unknown Time: Unknown
I am dreaming again. I'm in the same forest. I'm holding a flashlight with my magic. I have a camera recording. I don't know why, but I start walking around. It's all black. No light except for my horn and the flashlight, which is almost out. It is flickering, like strobe lights. I want to wake up. The gates block the way out. Why is this happening? I want to wake up... What is that on that tree? Is that paper? Yes. It's a note. It has a figure on it. Long limbs, no face, wearing a suit. It says, "Help me." I pick it up. The wind is getting colder. So cold. My flashlight has no more light. It flickers out. I drop it. Leaving for it to hit the hard, unforgiving floor. I hear it smack against the ground. I hear something else. It's coming from the camera. Cries... Cries for help... It's the filly... He's dead... He must be... Why can I hear him? It's impossible... I'm going insane. My sanity... Slowly drifting away... Slowly... Like a boat loose from the port... On calm seas... I hear static... I want to vomit... I want to forget... I... Want... To... Die... He's here... Watching my every move... I can't escape him... He's always watching me... I can't escape him... I can only delay my fate... Retreating only delays the inevitable... Delaying won't help... I hear shrieking... The same shriek... From the forest... From the Slender Horse... From my own mind... Is he real? Is he just a figment of my imagination? No... It can't be... Celestia... Please... Help me...