"So let me get this straight. You're just gonna waltz on in, breaking Soarin's rule, to your friends' houses?!"
"No," Rainbow replied.
"What?", Misty asked.
"You fillies are coming with me." Rainbow kept packing her things for the trip.
"What was that thing Soarin put in his letter?", Misty asked. "Something about going to the unwanted? The unthought of?"
"The unexpected," Rainbow corrected. "But I don't know what that means. He doesn't want me to go to the castle, or the empire. So, where am I supposed to go? I'm not safe here. They're probably on their way here now."
"Well, wouldn't they check your friends' houses too?", Spitfire said.
"We'll see," Rainbow replied.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Oh, no!", Misty yelled. "What are we gonna do?! They're here! We're gonna die! What if they--"
Rainbow slapped her hoof on Misty's mouth as she continued to nervously rant.
"Spitfire," Rainbow ordered. "Distract them. We'll sneak out the back vent."
"What back vent?"
Rainbow blushed. "Uh, nevermind. Just meet us under Cloudsdale, okay?"
Spitfire ran out of the room.
"Okay, Misty. Help me get those bags. And you can put your gear on once we get to the ground. Got it?"
"Oh, my gosh! They're here! I can't do this! This can't be the end of my life! I can't--"
Rainbow tied a rope around Misty's stomach that had two small saddle bags on either side. She pulled her by the rope and searched the walls.
"Mist, do you know where the vent is?"
"--and then, they're gonna turn us into jello and use it for--"
"UGH!", Rainbow said in annoyance. Then, she spotted it, right in the corner of the room, was a small vent. It was tiny, but they could fit.
Rainbow brought Misty over to it. She hopped in, pulling Misty behind her. They both slid down the vent like a slide. But the exit came up fast. Too fast.
Rainbow pressed all four hooves against the metal, screeching to a stop with Misty on her back.
They both looked down. About 3,000 feet down, was the earth. They both breathed heavily.
"Dash, I hear them coming. Let's go! We have wings! We'll be fine."
"We might have wings, Misty, but they won't help us. Pegasi can't fly that far down, especially at the pace we need, without getting hurt. At about 2,600 feet, we'll be crash-landing, unable to stop ourselves. Even with our wings."
"What are we gonna do?!"
"Misty, we have no choice. Do you trust me?"
"WHAT?!"
"Do you trust me?!"
Misty looked at the ground, and then back at Rainbow. "Yes."
"Good. We've never been able to do this in the Wonderbolts competitions, but I know how. You're gonna try to do a sonic rainboom, okay?"
"WHAT?!"
"You won't actually have to do one. It'll attract too much attention, anyway. You're just gonna get so close to doing one, that you either bounce away from it, saving you from the earth, or you'll go through the force, bending up at the last minute, right above the treetops. You'll be able to control yourself from there. Got it?"
There was more banging on the top of the vent. Misty closed it on the way down, but they were no doubt breaking it.
"Dash. I'm scared."
"I know. We'll be fine, okay? For Soarin?"
There was a short pause. "For Soarin."
"Okay. One, two, three!" Rainbow let go of the metal, and plummeted to the ground below.