It was a week after Shimmer had been murdered.
Shimmer usually sent Rainbow Dash one postcard per week, but Dash received nothing.
That night, she confronted her father about it.
“Dad, what happened to Mom’s postcards?” 9-year-old Dash asked Blaze.
“I don’t know, honey. She just said she was leaving and was going to send postcards; not that she would stop!” Rainbow Blaze exclaimed.
Rainbow Dash began to cry. “What if she doesn’t love us anymore? What if she thinks that now that she's in Baltimare and we're in Ponyville, that she shouldn't send anymore cards? What if she remarried and has a new daughter or son? What if..." Dash gulped, "...she died?”
Blaze answered his daughter's questions in order. “Rainbow, she still loves us! You're mother would never think that! She would never have another foal with somepony else! And she’s about 38 and I’m 39. She couldn’t have died that young. What made you think that stuff?!” Rainbow Blaze scolded her.
Dash burst into more tears. "I'm sorry. It's just that it seems like that happened to Mom."
Blaze went to his daughter and hugged her. "It's going to be all right. Mom is safe. We both know that. It may not seem like it, but we do." he whispered.
But he wasn’t sure. That was all a lie so he could comfort Dash. Actually, he didn't even know if it was a lie. He didn't know.