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// Chapter II 
// Story: Quantum Pink 
// by DigiDuncan 
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	“Right, right,” Spike stumbled. “Here!”
Twilight began rifling through the book. She mumbled to herself as she flipped through the book headings, stopping every now and then on one she thought looked helpful, before quickly dismissing it and moving on.
Spike began to inch toward the frozen Pinkie Pie.
“Don’t touch her!” warned Twilight abruptly. Her tone calmed slightly. “I need every calculated move I make to her executed precisely and accurately, and any outside stimuli could render all my efforts useless!” Spike realized the severity of the situation and backed away. He waited nervously while Twilight rifled through her tome.
“Okay...” she said, much to the delight of Spike. “I think I can un… goo her, but I don't know how to stop the outbursts without literally restraining her physically, and even that may not work given what we’ve seen so far.” Spiked seemed pleased by this. “I’m going to start unfreezing her, so stay out of the way.” 
At this, Twilight’s horn began glowing a soft red, and a warm glow began moving towards the brick of ice containing the pink pony. The haze slowly encroached upon the solidified water, and Spike began to panic.
“Don’t burn her! Careful!”
“Spike,” Twilight reassured. “I’ll be careful.”
Twilight began her procedure again, only to be interrupted again.
“Oooooo be careful!”
“SPIKE!” exploded Twilight.
“Sorry, sorry… I’m just worried.” admitted Spike.
“I am too… just… just let me concentrate.”
Slowly the beam traversed its way forward and began to create water drops on the surface of the rectangular prism, and small divot began to form. Tension built as slowly, slowly, the ice began to from puddles on the floor, and the translucent purple magic began to shimmer away. When nothing was left but crystals on the fur of the pony, Twilight quickly cast a magical aura so powerful it nearly blinded her, almost making her miss her aim. Once the afterflash faded from everypony’s eyes, a fully intact Pinkie Pie lay on the rug, breathing softly in a slumber.
And Twilight collapsed along with her, weakened by utilizing so much mana at once. Spike took a breath, as he had been holding it in panic through much of the previous event.
Pinkie Pie’s material form rapidly appeared and disappeared in chunks for a second, before seemingly settling down, albeit shivering.
“I’m going to get Pinkie a blanket, you apply Procedure P2-Gamma 7.”
Spike rolled his eyes. “You know I can’t possibly remember all those codes, especially the ones that have seemingly no use in any situation.”
Twilight grunted. “Make Pinkie as comfortable as possible, and make sure she doesn’t leave, willingly or otherwise.” Spike understood this Common-language set of directions, and began to move her towards the sofa, noticing how peaceful Pinkie Pie looked, unaware of any of the peril she was just put through. It made him uneasy.