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// Her Assistant 
// Story: The Diaries of Doctor Cipher 
// by Doctor Cipher 
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Two Months Later, at the Train Station.

Pinkie hugged her sister tightly. "I-I don't want you to lea-leave!" She yelped, tears streaming down her face. Inkis hugged her back awkwardly. The whole station was looking at them.
"I'm sorry Pinkie; but me and Doctor Cipher have important work to do..." She replied. Doctor Cipher watched her from the corner, smiling slyly. Inkis scowled at her, and mouthed "Help me!". The red-maned Doctor trotted over, and put a hoof on Pinkie's back. "Me and Inkis have to go now; we'll miss our train." Pinkie nodded, and let her sister go. Inkis turned to her parents and gave them one last wave before boarding the train to Trottingham. They sat opposite each other, Doctor Cipher nose-deep in a rather interesting book. "So..." Inkis said, fumbling with her map of the city. "We're moving in together, and I don't even know your name, age, or anything." The Doctor looked up. 
" My name is Steele Cipher, I am 27. That's all you need to know." 
"So...can I call you Steele?" Inkis replied. The Doctor paused, looking up from her book. 
"No." She said, frowning at her. Inkis sighed, and turned to look out of the window. She rooted around her bag, and brought out a large rock. "So what's so important about this thing?" She asked, turning it over in her hooves. No reply came. Inkis rolled her eyes. Doctor Cipher always loved to be mysterious, and although it did cast an eerie suspense, it got rather annoying over time. 

The train screeched to a stop. The two mares bustled off, squeezing past all the other ponies desperate to get out. They sat inside the station's tea-shop, which, although looked pretty from the outside, turned out to be full of drunks and hostile idiots, as Doctor Cipher so delicately put it. Inkis left to order drinks, which gave the doctor time to write in her diary.

November 28th.
Inkis is so far ignorant of my plans. It's startling how quickly that filly will trust any old mare wondering by with a silver tongue and tales of riches. I tested Chemical X-27 on a rat that I found in the street. The results were horrifying - perfect.