Twilight was back in the Thug's hideout. She glanced around the living room, noting that everything was the same, pristine, unburned. She was initially confused, but quickly bucked down her thoughts.
Stay focused, she thought to herself, trotting around to look for anything off. It didn't take her very long, because after a brief walk around the room, she began to hear murmuring from somewhere.
Cautiously, she began moving through the house, and the farther back she went, the closer the murmuring got. Her horn began to glow with a familiar energy sound, resonating slightly through the halls. She proceeded all the way to the back room, where she finally found the source of the sound.
Straight Arrow was lying on the floor where he had been earlier, staring up at the ceiling aimlessly, and mumbling quietly. Twilight was afraid, but with a gulp, she got the courage to approach him, and began to listen intently, as the words made themselves clear.
"Your fault... Your fault..." he kept repeating in a hushed tone. She listened for a little while, but that's all it was, on repeat, continuously. She backed up slightly and looked out the windows, scratching her chin in thought. It was unusually detailed. Twilight took a long hard look outside for a moment and touched what should have been her bandaged arm. To her surprise, the bandage was still there, albeit with no pain from contact, but still there.
Her thoughts were beginning to jumble, but she needed to stay focused. So, she approached the window and began to inspect the outside with great scrutiny, turning her back to Arrow...
She was grabbed from behind and turned to see a risen Straight Arrow, eyes white and glowing with energy, almost panicked. Twilight was scared, and shook involuntarily... until he spoke.
"MY DEATH IS THY FAULT!" Arrow shouted at her with wide eyes, eliciting a spark of recognition from Twilight. That seals it, she thought to herself, feeling more determined.
Arrow hesitated, then began screaming "YOUR FAULT, YOUR FAULT, YOUR FAULT!" but at that point, it was too late. Twilight simply looked into the burning white eyes of the shell of a man she had once known, and in a calm voice, she simply said: "Luna."
The Arrow look-alike did not respond and kept shouting, eliciting a sigh from Twilight. She felt a tug of wakefulness, as if something was trying to force her awake, but having anticipated this, she surrounded herself in a dream bubble, preventing her from waking up.
Twilight glanced once more out of the window, taking in the surroundings. Too much detail that way. So the only way out is the one least expected. With that thought fresh in her mind, she charged a beam quickly and blasted a gaping hole in the floor, after which the Arrow double faded away.
A similar gasp as before was heard from the void below, and Twilight wasted not a second. "Not this time," she muttered as she dove right in, spotting the Lunar princess frantically trying to open another dream-walking portal out of there.
Twilight gritted her teeth and diverted her energy to both hold the portal open and grab Luna, pulling her back. This was taking an excessive amount of energy, and Luna herself was resisting the pull, so she needed to make every second count.
"Why are you doing this?" Twilight shouted, sounding as confident as she could while maintaining two holding fields and a dream bubble.
Luna looked absolutely panicked at this, and looked around shakily before shouting back: "We have no choice! Please just give up!"
Twilight was going to ask more, but her bubble began to falter, giving Luna the perfect opportunity to blast Twilight with a solid beam of energy...
...Twilight awoke with a start, sitting up in bed quickly and looking about. The sun was again shining into her room, but no servant knocked on the door this time.
Luna's words echoed in her head: We have no choice! Please give up! Luna was the second most powerful pony in Equestria, and she had no choice? Twilight got out of bed and looked out the window at what would normally be a beautiful sunrise, with a dark thought brooding in her mind. Somewhere out there, a being powerful enough to manipulate dreams, powerful enough to lead a coup against Celestia, powerful enough to control the moon's orbit... lived in fear of something more powerful.