Hannah looked out at the city below her. Everything looked so small from her perch atop her apartment building, the streets, the cars, the people beneath, calling to her and telling her not to jump. People who didn't want her to jump, these people didn't even know her. They just wanted to be part of it. Her legs trembled, and she swallowed dryly. She picked up the bottle next to her, and almost fell over while doing so. She grasped the cheap booze and took a large swig, the burning alcohal smell assaulting her senses and making her even woozier. She swayed gently on the roof and took another glance at the faraway ground. A tear leaked from her eye and thought about how much she had loved this world. How much they had loved it... More tears streamed down her face as she remembered his laugh, his smile, even his shouts of annoyance to Simon or whoever he was with. He always did everything right. She closed her eyes as the tears flowed freely. She raised the bottle to her lips and drank the liquid within, finishing the amber solution. She dropped the glass bottle, and it smashed on the ground below. The onlookers below jumped out of the way and blocked their faces from the shards of glass that were projected from the smash sight. She giggled at this, and wobbled in her spot. Tears still streamed down her face and she wobbled more. She decided it was time. Time to join her precious Lewis on the other side. The other side of what, she didn't know. She closed her eyes and took a step. Her foot falling through space as gravity took hold. She tipped towards the ledge and fell towards the ground at an alarming speed. Images of Lewis flashed past her closed eyes and she smiled. "Goodbye world, hello Lewis..." Hannah whispered before her life stopped.
Lewis stopped suddenly. He sensed a disturbance in the force, as it were. He looked around the library, but could only see the books lining the walls. He knew for a fact that there was nopony else in the library tree. Twilight was in Canterlot, being a princess, along with Spike. Simon was still at work. He seemed to love working at the bakery, and he always came home with a smile on his face and a bag of biscuits or cakes or whatever he had made. He was also usually exhausted when he trotted back to the small apartment they shared, going straight to his room and flopping down on his small bed. He suspected it was the long hours, early mornings and late nights at Sugarcube Corner, combined with the general stress of being a pony. Lewis glanced around again, but decided that it must have been the wind. He went back to sorting the books. All of the sudden, his heart started to pound and he toppled to the ground, clutching his chest as he shook. The contracting feeling stopped as quickly as it had begun, and he lie on the wooden floor, the pain subsiding. He stood up shakily, and decided he had better sort the books by hoof for a bit, thinking it had been some sort of magical overload. That must be it, right?
Somewhere else in Equestria, a pink and white earthpony opened her new, blue eyes and looked at her new world for the first time. She certainly wasn't dead, and this certainly wasn't England.