Cheerilee just didn't know what had happened. What could have been a wonderful night with friends had quickly gone downhill and became a crime scene and the ponies were disappearing, the most recent being Granny Smith. For all she knew right now, she was probably next.
She decided the only thing to do was run. Her legs were shaking. She could hardly breathe and finally collapsed on the floor.
"He killed her, didn't he?" whispered Cheerilee to herself. "Didn't he?" She started to think deeply about the previous deaths. About halfway through the hour Time Turner began to wander around the area, trying to find Cheerilee.
"Cheerilee? Are you okay?" asked Time Turner.
Cheerilee couldn't really answer that. While she was in pain, she was relieved she was in one piece.
Time began to explain what had happened before. His explanation took quite some time, but when he was done, Cheerilee nodded in understanding.
Bulk Biceps was slowly flying towards them, making sure nobody jumped him. Cheerilee began to stand up.
"Bulk? Is that you?" yelled Cheerilee.
"Cheerilee! Trenderhoof and Rarity are locked in a room and... let's say that unpleasant noises are coming from it." informed Bulk. The large pegasus escorted them to a door along the hall. "We need to bust that door down."
Time Turned looked at Cheerilee, then at Bulk Biceps, then at the door. "We've got to slam into it. It's the only way."
They stood back and began to break the door down. The noises had stopped, and the trio were beginning to break the door.
"We should be able to do it in one final push," said Cheerilee, "and it should be broken."
Once the door had fallen down, they saw Rarity tied to a chair. Trenderhoof tried to escape the room, but was stopped by Cheerilee glaring menacingly at him. He stood back, and as the two stallions by her side tackled him, he let out a cough. And with that cough came blood, as the clock chimed.