Pinkie had said that she could forgive and forget. But she couldn't bring herself to it this time. Not after what the blue pony had done. She's not my mother, Pinkie thought to herself, surrounded by pink balloons, teddy bears, board games, books, and of course, Gummy. She kept listening to the hospital TV as all of her lunch layed next to her, untouched. Not even the cupcake lovingly left there by the sympathetic nurse. She's a terrible, lying pony... she thought for a few more moments, her angry gaze softening into that of a quivering frown. She stared at the ceiling, whenever she heard the creak of the door open and close. Pinkie looked up in surprise, causing Gummy to snap at the air and scatter under the bed.
"Pinkie," a gentle smooth voice called. "I need to ask you a few questions." Pinkie glanced over to see a doctor. The psychologist from her last appointment.
"Shoot," she said, flopping back onto the bed and looking at the ceiling defeatedly.
"Pinkie...what's been going on recently? And how do you feel about it?"
"Gummy's gone, doc. I can't be happy without him." She sighed, and was surprised to find herself spilling out her feelings. "I know I shouldn't blame Mrs. Cake. I really shouldn't. But I feel like it's her fault that he's gone. She tricked me, doc, and I hate it when ponies lie. So I ran away, it was the only solution. I knew that the alligator wasn't Gummy, but he was close enough." She closed her eyes.
"Thank you." The doc walked out of the surprisingly short conversation, and was replaced by Mr. Cake, who was holding a small thin wrapped box. Silently, he set it on Pinkie's lap, gave her a knowing glance, and walked out.
Pinkie opened the box to find a tape.
It was the song from her birthday party years later. Her future "jam".