She looked up at the giant hospitail. She wanted to see her grandad, but she was afraid of hospitails, for, she had lost someone at the hospitail. She looked down, small pools of water had filled in her eyes. She took foal-steps as she walked up the door. She slowly pushed open the double doors. She walked up to the lady at the table. "um..., excuse me, were is Mr.Dust..?" She whispered looking down.
The lady looked up, "Friend,Wonderbolts,or family" The lady replied.
"Uh... family." She had stuttered.
The lady looked her questioning her,"What relation do you have to Mr.Dust?" The lady questioned her.
"I'm.. his granddaughter, Lighting Dust." She whispered.
The lady looked back at the computer, "Room 9063" The lady replied.
"Thank you." she whispred.
She took each step carefully. Her steps could be heard echoing of the cold marble floor. She looked at each wall, looking for the number 9063. She was secretly hoping she woudn't find it, hoping this was just a nightmare, but if this was just a nightmare, it had been the most realistic nightmare ever. She then saw it, 9063. She walked up to like a robot, ever so slowly. She grabbed the doorknob, turning it. The door creaked open, makeing a squeek noice. Her eyes were full of big pools of water, as she saw him. The person who had raised her along with her uncle, the person who she looked up to, the person who had that crash all those years ago. Her grandad.
He looked just the same all he did those years ago. She walked up to him and looked at him. He looked so peaceful asleep. She studied his face, she saw the wrinkels on his face, but those wern't from old age, no... they were from laughter. She reached out her hoove, and grabbed his. She squeezed it tight and leaned down. She kissed him on the cheek and whispered, "Bye grandad... Lil'Lighting has to go" She then took one last look at him and walked out the room. She shut the door, so she woudn't turn around and cry.
She walked back down the hall, again echos coming from her walking. She then walked outside and saw it had been raining. She sighed, her uncle had told her to bring a jacket, but she didn't listen. She walked outside and trotted into the woods. She stepped on branches and rocks, her hooves were beginning to feel sore. She looked down, her mane was soaking wet from the rain, it drooped and swayed lightly. She tripped over a rock that had been secretly hiding in the mud. She fell over as her face got sliced by a sharp rock and twig that had been poking out the mud. She then stood up wobbiling and wiped the blood of her face and kept walking.