Hannah looked at the bottles on the table. She had finished the wine and tequila, now the vodka and scotch. She drained her glass of the scotch she had poured, and it still burned her throat. Her face was wet with tears. Tears of sadness from missing him, laughter, from thinking of their best memories. Pain, from the liquid burning her throat. She poured more amber liquid into the tumbler, the ice cubes long gone, melted from hours of sitting and being immersed in various alcohals. She sipped the drink and gazed around the room, the alcohal in her system clouding her vision. Her life, their life, was over, she had nothing left. It had been two weeks, but it still felt like yesterday. It still felt like he was there, with her, in the room. She turned around, but there was nothing there. Nothing. She drained the glass once more and stood up shakily, then nearly fell. She caught herself by grabbing the edge of the table to steady herself, then started giggling. She giggled until she began to cry tears of laughter, then the pain kicked in, and so did the sobs. She slid down to the kitchen floor, still clutching the empty glass, crying on the linolium floor. She became angry with herself, and threw the glass at the nearby wall, where it shattered into millions of tiny, crystalline fragments. She stood up once more, cutting her hand on some shattered glass, but disregarded it, and continued her journey. She walked into her tiny computer room and sat down, turning the computer on and logging in. Her password was an easy one, owls, and she turned on the webcam. "Hello, yognaut peoples!" She cried, "Welcome to a very special yogscast episode. As you all should know, Lewis and Simon DIED, so I'm doing this." She reached for her drink, then remembered that she had finished it, and had thrown the glass against the wall. She giggled profusely, then fell over laughing. She fell off her chair, but picked herself up. She laughed once again, and tapped random keys on the keyboard. She spun in the chair and fell over once again, knocking her head on the floor and passing out.
Lewis carefully chewed the alien object in his mouth. It tasted a bit like jaffa, but not quite. Simon offered the rest of a large cake, yellow sponge, a thin layer of what appeared to be some sort of marmalade (to substitute the smashing orangy bit) all covered in a generous layer of milk chocolate. Lewis politely turned it down and swallowed the confection. "Isn't it good?" asked the pink mare, who appeared to be an employee. "He called it a 'Jaffa Cake'! Thats the second funniest word I've ever heard! Jaffa jaffa jaffa jaffa! Oooh, what if I made it into a song with other words?!? A waffa joffa jiffa jaffa waffa joffa jiffa jaffa wa-" But this strange mare was cut off by Simon placing his hoof over her mouth, and smiling awkwardly at Lewis.
"Lewis, this is my boss Pinkie Pie. She lives in the apartment upstairs. She would like to hire you as well!" Simon looked delighted at getting to work with his friend, but Lewis quickly shot down that idea by explaining he already had a job working at the library.
"You mean Twilight hired you! Twilights my best friend!!! Oh boy oh boy oh boy!" Pinkie Pie began bouncing and giggling.
"Why are you so happy about that? This means that you can't hire Lewis." Simon questioned. At this revelation, Pinkie abruptly stopped bouncing and stared at Simon oddly. "I'll just get back to work..." Simon sighed, then limped back to the kitchen, still holding the Jaffa Cake in his hoof.
Simon and Lewis trotted back to the motel room which was serving as a temporary home until a suitable replacement could be found. Simon talked about how he had signed up for the Weather Patrol, the organization which had so rudely kicked Lewis simply because he was not a pegasus. Simon claimed that they offered to build him a cloud house, a simple thing, just a few rooms made of cloud matter, and with pegasi magic, he could apparently walk on clouds. (Lewis shot down this as well by stating the obvious fact that he could not fly.) He demonstrated that new ability by grabbing a cloud, bringing it closer to the ground and then sitting on it and talking nonstop about Celestia knows what. Lewis managed to distract him and cease his incessant talking by asking him to demonstrate how fast he could clear the sky around him. "Rainbowdash said we should all be able to do it in eleven seconds flat, since ten seconds is reserved for her for 'copyright reasons' what ever that means." And Simon demonstrated how much he was learning by clearing the sky in twelve seconds.