Prince Blueblood oh-so-nonchalantly trod around the Corner Candy Shop at Castle and Main, and flattened his royal self against the wall. He was breathing hard and his eyes were wide with fear. At the cafe across the street, ponies sitting at tables on the sidewalk were staring at the unusual spectacle.
He peeled away from the wall, and dared poke his muzzle and one eye around the corner to see if he could spot his tormentor. The ponies at the cafe remarked on the wet imprint the soggy colt left on the wall of the candy shop.
The Prince calmed down a bit as he could see nopony suspicious, just the usual pedestrian and aerial traffic typical of Castle street. He began to relax. Maybe it wouldn't happen again. After all as the commoners say: 'Once is an accident. Twice is a prank. Three times and somepony is out to get you.'
'Surely it must have been more than half hour since the second time. Surely!' thought the Prince. The second was precisely half an hour after the first. He knew this because there was a clock tower in the Royal Gardens. It had rung just after each time, causing him to look up from the Royal Fountain.
He had lost his pocket watch at some point between the first and second times, and from his current position he could not see a clock. Stopping a passer by to ask the hour would not do at all! Somepony might recognize him in his sorry state. How could he explain being all wet whilst being out and about the town?
Surely it was more than a half hour now. Relief washed through him like a wave. In its wake came anger. 'If I ever discover who is responsible they will be severely punished,' thought the Prince indignantly. 'Why, I should have Princess Celestia turn him or her into a statue.' He chuckled with glee at the thought, still dripping water on the sidewalk.
The stares from the customers of the cafe had changed from mere interest to amused or (even worse!) pitying. He glared back at them. 'Yes, I must ask Celestia to turn the perpetrator into a statue in the garden.'
The Prince decided to remonstrate these disrespectful ponies laughing at his expense. 'Yes, in the garden.' He chortled. 'In the garden next to...' He stepped down from the sidewalk into...
'... the fountain! Again!' Prince Blueblood spluttered and splashed his way out of the fountain in the Royal Gardens, in a rage. He heard the bells in the clock tower ring.
***
Up in the clock tower, two sisters laughed hysterically as the Prince huffed and puffed his way out of the Garden, mad as the proverbial wet hen.
"Okay, that was fun, but it was the last time little sister. For your sake and mine as much as his. I'll have a talk with him to make sure he understands the new situation in Equestria. I'm sure he will be a more reasonable stallion from now on."
The sisters looked on, chuckling as the Prince stamped around the Castle Grounds, looking to find the pony or ponies that would dare pull such a prank on his royal self.
***
Twilight was walking in a strange room that somehow was familiar, but she couldn't remember why. It was strange in that she saw the other room and her room at the same time, as if they were superposed images. There was a bed, and a dresser/reading stand with a mirror... and reflected in the mirror was her face... and that of a friend... Mary Lachance!
She waved a hoof and saw Mary's hand do the same. The connection wasn't lost!
But it was different, somehow, weaker. She touched her hoof to her muzzle and felt the hard edge of the hoof as well as the soft touch of Mary's fingers. There was a visible difference when her movements and Mary's didn't sync up exactly. Yes, this was a weaker form of exchange. But she could see both universes at the same time, just like in her original dream with Mary.
Both universes at the same time... Twilight suddenly had an idea! She sat at the dresser and opened a drawer. Jackpot! Sheets of paper and ball-point pens. Or was it parchment and quills? She saw both. She grabbed a pen/quill and put a sheet of paper/parchment on the desk/reading stand, and began to write.
Dear Mary,
I'm so happy to see you.
Twilight looked up to the mirror and smiled at Mary, who wrote in her turn.
Dear Twilight,
I am happy to see you too. Please tell me, how are Spike and the Princesses?
Twilight grinned from ear to ear and composed her thoughts. Her quill moved across the parchment.