"3/5 socket oscillator." I say and Ditzy passes me one "Thank you."
"No problem Doctor. I'm so amazed by The TARDIS, you know? Completely sentient, compressed and hidden. But if she has a perception filter, why does she have a chameleon circuit too?"
"For two reasons, 5/7 wrench, one, because although a blue police box might not seem to be all that noticeable in a place and time where they'd be common, without the perception filter, everyone would see it as something greatly out of place unless they were looking for it specifically." I reply, tightening the rear stabilizers. "Secondly, the chameleon circuit acts as a primary dimensional compressor. Without it, the actual compressor would be overtaxed keeping the TARDIS' actual size and volume within the dimensions set into it."
"I guess that makes sense, but if she's so massive, how come there's never a massive gravitational difference between the projected dimensions and the actual, uncompressed dimensions?"
I pause and slide out from within the engine's casings "I... you know what, I haven't the slightest clue. It never occurred to me how the differences worked on the physics outside of The TARDIS. If I had to guess, the actual gravity and mass is divided between every point in space and time instead at where it currently is."
She nods "That sounds logical." something beeps above me "What's that?"
I look around "It... appears to be a deactivated Cybermat. I wonder how long it's been there?"
She takes it and sonics it open "No flesh or organs, so it's a robot. But how could it get into The TARDIS in the first place?"
"Well, the cybers had gotten in once, I suppose this is the one that got away from me. Interesting, you know, if we could reprogram it, it could act as a Trojan horse- err..."
"Trotjan statue." Ditzy corrects "But if it's old, wouldn't they recognize an older version of their own Cybermats, and destroy it before it could cause damage?"
I nod "There's a great likelihood of that, yes. But what else could we use it for? It's not very versatile except for infiltration."
She grins "I have an idea!"
I watch the Cybermat glide around the hardwood floor of Carrot Top's kitchen "You... you turned it into a Roomba?"
"A what?" she asks, still watching it.
"An autonomous vacuum. They slide around and clean up floors."
"Oh... oh! So they had them on Earth?"
"Yes, but I suppose... in a sense, Cybermats are malicious Roombas..." Suppose I never saw the... similarities.
She smiles and picks it up "I just wanted a way to clean up the floor. Brooms and my wings are a pain."
"Do you use your wings for everything?"
She nods "Pretty much. I'm just using what abilities nature gave me."
"I suppose that makes sense, but-"
The front door opens and Lyra walks in, a Viking helmet and moccasins on her hooves "Happy Leaf Erring day!! Hinga Dinga Dorgen!!"
"Happy what day?" I ask, stunned by her costume.
"Leaf Erring day!" she replies, reaching into her saddlebags and producing a battle axe and two different helmets "It's a minotaur holiday celebrating the scientist and sea faring king, Leaf Erring! So I decided to take part and put on my Nordic helmet and got out my boots! Now I'm going to go conquer a superstition with logic and blunt force!"
Ditzy takes a helmet and puts it on "Sounds like fun! Come on, Doctor! We have science and pillaging to do!"
"I lost my interest in Vikings after a few debacles with an ancient evil and slumbering Haemovores."
"Sealed in a flask in the third century of Celestia's rule?" lyra asks, levitating the last helmet onto my head.
"Yes, actually, how did you-"
"Ancient Minoan myth, giant ethereal wolf with the power to destroy the world, but needs a host to act effectively. I learned about it in my studies abroad, I didn't see the flask, but they said it was buried in a remote cave in the side of a mountain and said to never go looking for it." Lyra replies "I know when to avoid things for my own good. I just ignore that and go on with what I was doing."
I smirk "Sounds like myself, in a sense."
She grins "Adventure! Come on, I want to go investigate the well on the top of Grey's Knoll!"
We follow her, and a small twinge of fear prickles at the base of my spine That's not a good sign...
"Okay, I found a few dead snakes, some newspapers, and a whole bunch of bits and rocks." Lyra calls from the bottom of the well.
Ditzy looks down "No monsters or treasure?"
"Unless you count, like, five hundred bits, no. Wait! Some of the stones are loose! I'm going to remove th- SWEET GODS ABOVE!!"
"What?!" I call, starting to pull her up.
"Wait! I found a thingy! It's a glass thingy! With an object inside... don't quote me on this, but it looks like a message in a bottle." her horn glows brighter "... Never mind, quote me all you want, it's definitely a message in a bottle."
Ditzy and I look at each other with confusion "A message in a bottle?" she mouths.
"Apparently." I mouth back, half unsure, and half excited.
The sound of shuffling hooves draws us back to the well "Guys, I'm going to inspect the remaining bricks. Floating you the bottle now in a dark cloth, in case it's light sensitive."
"Has that happened before?" I call down, and a bottle-esque shape floats up to us in a thin golden aura.
"You'd be surprised how fast old things deteriorate in light, Doctor. Okay, the next two bricks are loose too, and..." she pauses "A box, like a jewelry box or something, and a..." she pauses "Book. From the Golden Oaks library."
"The library? But how-"
"Search me, I'm coming up, we need to go to my lab or The TARDIS."
"Lab." I say instantly and Lyra groans in mock disappointment.
She yanks the cork stopper off of the bottle and sets it next to a piece of paper "Okay, I'm going to transfer the words and images onto the blank paper."
"How are you-" her horn flashes and she levitates both papers to me "That's how. Pretty neat, right?"
Both papers are exactly the same in content, but one is yellowed and thinner "Yes, that actually is pretty neat. I suppose I'll just come to you instead of getting something Xeroxed."
"'What-roxed'?" Lyra and Ditzy ask in unison.
"It's a company that made copying papers and documents commercial. And the built-in stapler too."
Lyra taps her chin in contemplation "... You'll have to show me how some day, we still use magic or the automatic printing press."
I nod "I can tell, most of the books are bound by paste and thread."
She smiles "You can tell just by looking at the spines?"
"No, I borrowed an atlas from Ditzy earlier."
Ditzy smiles "So what's the message say?"
Lyra shakes her head "Sorry, got distracted. Ahem, 'Whomever has found this message, be warned, the script within has beguiled many in both sense of the word.' what...?"
"The modern form means to deceive or enchant. The archaic form means to help time pass." I supply proudly.
Lyra whistles "Lexicography, nice choice of study. Good for word puzzles and riddles, kind of impractical too." she clears her throat again "'If you choose to accept this testimony as truth, you must have two more items that I have secreted away. A journal and a bag that I've placed next to this bottle.
"'There is a large store of information to be found at the end of this quest, one that has claimed the lives of most of the aforementioned beguiled. The information is of a stallion who is forever lost to record, an anomaly in history.' Sounds like you, Doctor."
"I think so too." I mutter, a chill running down my spine.
"'In the journal you will find all of the reports and information we have, and in the bag is something that I made to help me find this anomalic individual.' That's all it says, no name, no nothing."
I pick up the book and open to the first page "'Seventh month, twenty third sunrise, year eight hundred twenty five of Celestia's rule. There has been a sighting of a stranger with magic the colors of the rainbow seen around town. I have yet to see any proof of this claim, but those who have seen make me believe the sightings to be genuine.
"'While coat, mane, and eye colors are unknown, each witness claims that this 'Rainbow Spectre's' cutie mark is a black spiral. None of us know what it signifies, and fewer still could get close enough to ask before they were blinded by a flash of light like that of a unicorn's teleport, but the Spectre hasn't a horn.' Well, that's... interesting."
Ditzy takes the book "'Eighth month, first sunrise, year eight hundred and twenty five of Celestia's rule. The sightings of the spectre have been decreasing, so either it is hiding, or gone. A Canterlot professor came to town today, a dark green unicorn named Bio Lateral. He says that whatever it is, it's an omen of great importance, and that something grand is on the horizon. I hope he's wrong.' The next passage is in a different hoofwriting... '4th moonrise of the 8th month in the 825th year of Luna's banishment. I am writing in the journal for the sake of posterity, as the previous writer entrusted me with all of their work as well as notations. I have no doubt that The Duel Knight's appearance isn't coincidence.'"
I pick up the bag and root through it carefully, pulling a small box made of gold and lacquered wood from within "This is a symbol I haven't seen in a while..."
Lyra illuminates the box and inspects it "What? The eye thing?"
"The eye of Osiris, a symbol of omnipotence and power given by the gods of Egypt to their kings and queens. A protective talisman, if you will."
"'12th moonrise of the 8th month in the 826th year of Luna's banishment. The appearances had stopped several months ago, but I still follow leads as they come. I have found one place that seems to have significance to The Knight. A tall, isolated mansion."
Ditzy drops the book, shivering "I hope he's not talking about the haunted Willow's Tear mansion..."
Lyra rolls her eyes "You could be fighting a manticore, and it won't faze you; throw in a ghost or something, you turn into a scaredy-cat."
"Ditzy, ghosts don't exist! I'm sure that whatever is going on in that house is perfectly logical." I say, trying to comfort Ditzy.
She shivers and nods weakly "I know... but something tells me there's something wicked there."
Lyra cackles "Beware the spiders that walk like a pony, fear the hunched witch who they call 'Mother'. Come on Ditzy, if there was something there, I'd know about it."
She smiles weakly and nods "Yeah... nothing but an old mare's tale meant to frighten foals...
"What is so special about the house?" I ask.
"Besides being the only remaining mansion from before The Great Heart's Warming? Let's see... it's built from ancient frost willow wood, a formerly extinct species of hydrophilic tree native to the Crystal empire that can suck nutrients from ice crystals and never freeze, most of the owners who tried to live there complain of poltergeist activity, apparitions, nightmares, and illogical noises coming from places in the mansion itself... I just think that's all in their imaginations, but what do I know?"
"You're telling me that there's a formerly extinct species of tree?"
Lyra nods "Up until about three or four years ago, the Crystal Empire was trapped in a rift in space time, every single pony there trapped in a sleep curse until it reappeared where it once stood. The species was considered extinct because no one thought that the Crystal Empire'd return. It can only survive there according to the arborists that scrambled to study it."
I nod "Sounds like nothing more than superstition and a few other logical phenomena."
Ditzy smiles weakly "So... I suppose that we're going to go investigate?"
Lyra nods "Yup."
Ditzy pushes the door open "Wonderful, it's unlocked... that isn't suspect at all."
I whip out my sonic and Lyra lights her horn "Keep that thing pointed away from my horn, Doctor; I kind of need it if I'm going to levitate stuff."
"Why would that matter?"
"Imagine your sonic was your horn, and I used a microwave generator on it." she replies flatly "Boom."
I nod "Ah... I'll be careful. Ditzy, are you coming?"
She smiles weakly again "I'll... just stand guard, if it's all the same to you two."
Lyra rolls her eyes "Come on Derpy, it's a grand adventure, I promise that if we have to fight a monster or something, I'll fight it off."
"And if it's a hoard of the undead?"
"I will run away screaming." she replies, dragging Ditzy into the house by the tail "Now, are you going to be a foal, or are you a mare who pays taxes and kicks butt?"
"I'm none of those things." I mutter, walking past her to inspect an end table "Odd... you'd expect that looters or vagrants would've done something to this place..."
"Nah, the youth in town are usually too busy with jobs and usually go to other cities to get into trouble there. The problem with small towns, everyone knows what you do in your free time. Except me, but that's because I'm never out of my house for recreation."
"Hm, so you're a hermit?"
She whips her head to glare at me "I am not a hermit! I am an anti-social scientist and historian! I have to work from home to keep my grants for my research! Sheesh! Some people!"
Ditzy giggles "You know what this place might have? Hidden levers and passages."
"You watch too many mysteries and horror movies Ditzy." I say, scanning the area around us when my sonic beeps "What the... it's never 'beep'ed before."
"Is that bad?" Ditzy asks, her forehead knit in confusion.
"No.. well, it's not good, either, but I can't exactly say that it's bad." I reply, tapping it on a table "I don't know what it means."
Lyra's horn glows brighter and she acts as if scanning the hallway "Okay, there's a small disturbance in space, like a pocket of space that we're outside of..."
I nod, getting a proper reading "Yes, but how do we open it?"
She shrugs "I usually mess around and it opens when I do something right."
Ditzy taps the floorboards, thinking "What if we use the sonic to open a small hole in the condensed real-time space distortion so you can widen it?"
The both of us turn to Ditzy and each other "Why... why didn't I think of that?" we mutter in unison.
She smiles "I'm just guessing, really."
I nod and raise my sonic "There's a weak point about... here." a shimmering blue shape floats in mid-air and the outline is suddenly gold as Lyra opens it "Okay... hold onto your lunch!"
The sound of water rushing follows, a wave of dark blue energy spreads throughout the house, traveling over every inch of it.
Lyra rubs her eyes "Okay... that was bright..." she looks around "Hey, nothing happened."
I scan the hallway "No, there's no pocket space, whatever it was, it's opened now."
Ditzy gasps "Gh-Gh-Ghoooost!!!"
I whip around and level my sonic at a floating blue-white figure "Identify yourself!"
The figure turns to me and soulless, black pits for eyes stare back at me, a pale, gaunt face stretched over a skull "You... are not... welcome!!!"
It shrieks and darts towards me and I duck, scanning it before it phases through a wall "What in the name of-"
Ditzy grabs me, hugging my chest tightly "Doctor! It was a ghost! Please, can't we just go to someplace else and look for something not undead!?"
I escape her grasp "Ditzy, I'm sure that it wasn't a ghost or anything! Ghosts don't exist!"
She whimpers "Then what was it?! A group hallucination? A trick of the light, the house settling?! That was without a doubt, a ghost!!"
Lyra steps between us "Doctor, did you get a read on it?"
I nod and check the Sonic's readings "It... that's strange, it says that whatever we saw wasn't there."
Ditzy frowns deeper "I knew it! I don't care what you say, I'm going home!!"
Lyra grabs her tail in her magic "Ditzy! Never try to leave the house before the end of the movie! Don't be that pony, no one wants to be that pony."
She turns to Lyra "This isn't a movie, this is real life!!"
Lyra yanks on her tail and Ditzy squeaks pathetically "Look, how many times have facts from movies saved us from harm?"
"... Always." Ditzy sighs.
Lyra nods and releases her tail "And running away never works out well. Now, whatever that condensed space was, it must've made the ghost visible to us, instead of invisible, as it must've been."
I nod slowly "I still don't think that it's a ghost... but you're right."
Diaty whimpers "I'm just going on record that I don't want to be here."
"Come on Derpy, you've got the chance to face your fears! If you can face and conquer your fears, then you're a true hero. A hero doesn't lack fear, they use it to survive." Lyra says, grinning.
I nod "That's right. Say this when you're afraid, 'I ain't afraid of no ghost.'"
"I- I ain't not afraid of no ghost..."
"Again." I instruct.
"I ain't afraid of no ghost."
"What was that?" Lyra asks, winking at me.
"I ain't afraid of no ghost!" she yells, grinning.
"That's what I thought!" Lyra cheers "Now let's go find a ghost!"
Lyra looks around the master bedroom "Nothing here, no ghosts, no treasure. Just dust."
Ditzy walks towards a closet "Maybe there's something here?"
Lyra grabs the handle, but it doesn't move "Locked, Doctor?"
"Right." I sonic it open and something thuds against the door "Erm... I only undid the lock, I swear."
Lyra nudges Ditzy back and grabs the knob in her magic, opening it and jumping back "Aha!!"
A dusty white ball rolls out, covered in pink and lavender streaks "A... football?" I ask, nudging it with my hoof.
Lyra rolls her eyes and prods it with her hoof "Come on Sweetie, I know it's you."
It uncurls and two peridot irises blink at us shyly "Eheheh..."
Ditzy crosses her forehooves "Where are the other two?"
"Other two what?" I ask, confused.
"The Cutie Mark Crusaders." Ditzy clarifies.
Sweetie sighs and points above us.
I look up and hanging in the ceiling by suction cups is an orange Pegasus with a purple mane "Sell out!" she yells.
Ditzy flies up and grabs the writhing Pegasus "Okay, so where's Applebloom?"
"Applebloom? Isn't she the filly I helped with her clock some time ago?"
"The same" Ditzy replies, tucking the filly under her arm like a package "So, I guess that now that there are fillies involved, we have to go home?"
"Nonsense! They're probably more sensitive to the paranormal than Time Turner here, Mr. 'No-such-things-as-ghosts'."
I roll my eyes "That hardly matters, we need to find Ms. Apple-"
A loud shriek drowns me out and both fillies gasp "Applebloom!!"
Lyra nods and tosses Sweetie to Ditzy "You're the fastest of the three of us, you take the back, Turner, you and I lead."
I nod and we dash out of the room, and another shriek resounds through the house, spurring us to move faster.
Lyra turns and blasts a door down, charging in with her horn glowing bright "Applebloom?! Are you in- whoa!"
I arrive a few seconds later and I see Applebloom held by the apparition from earlier, its face screwed and warped into a wicked visage "Ah." I try to scan it again, but once again, I get a negative result "Blast! What is that thing?"
Lyra charges and blasts the thing's face, but the bolt of magic passes through it and hits the wall instead "Augh! Are you going to stand by your assertion, Turner?!"
"Yes!" I say and look around the room and find a metal pipe "Have at you!"
The pipe passes through it's head and past its neck but impacts something in its chest and it wails in pain, dropping Applebloom when it sinks through the floor clutching its chest.
I smirk and help the filly to her hooves "Are you okay?"
She shakes away her dizziness and smiles "Eeyup... fit as a fiddle!"
Lyra gapes and takes the pipe from me "This pipe isn't silver or anything, so it couldn't have hurt it..."
I grin "That's because it isn't a ghost. It's a hologram."
Sweetie, having struggled from Ditzy's grasp "But holograms are just light and sound, it was holding Applebloom, so it must be solid!"
"Not necessarily, the pipe impacted something, what I'm going to guess is the source of the hologram itself, more than likely what I tried to scan was the image, which is why it came back negative." I adjust the frequency and look around the room "Most likely it's a-"
"A defensive drone with a holographic interface?" Sweetie and Ditzy ask in unison.
Lyra and Scootaloo blink in confusion "Wow, did you two time that?"
Applebloom stomps her hooves "What they mean is that it's a guard! It must want this here thing." she reaches into her saddlebags and pulls out a metal and glass orb.
she passes it to me to inspect "It appears to be... well, a command module, but it's broken."
"Broken how?" Ditzy asks.
"It's stuck in a single mode, 'Destroy all intruders'."
Lyra frowns "So how do we fix it?"
"Well, this technology isn't manually controlled. It requires a special frequency." I scan it and groan "And even if I had the right frequency, it wouldn't help, the receiver's missing."
"So what do we do?" the Pegasus asks.
"Well, I'm hoping that if I can get the receiver, I can shut it down. Problem is, the receiver could've been destroyed or taken, considering how many people have come through here."
Ditzy sighs "So, we have an alien security bot and a broken controller?"
I nod "Yes, why?"
"That means that I can deal with this! Scootaloo, do you have a remote controlled toy or something?"
She nods slowly and reaches into her bag, pulling out a small cart and controller "Will it help?"
I grin and take them "Yes it will, I'll have Lyra buy you a new one later."
"Hey!"
"You're the one who dragged us here, so it's only fair that you pay for anything that needs replacing." Ditzy says with a stern look on her face.
I disassemble the controllers and start to combine them "Okay, there are two ways this will end, it will either work perfectly, or it will explode and we'll be out of luck."
"I like those odds." Ditzy and Scootaloo say, a look of determination in their eyes.
I grin and activate it, filling the house with a low humming.
The mass of blue light appears, howling in anger "Okay, I am commanding you to deactivate, directive 'Defend' is nullified."
It pauses and fades, a small dark, dented ball of metal and glass like the controller drops from mid-air, lights dimming "Well, that was anti-climactic..." Lyra mutters.
I pick up the inert sphere and inspect it "Okay, let's see where our friend comes from..."
"What's this?" Sweetie asks, pointing to a piece of the guard orb.
"That's the energy capacitor-frequency alteration device. It changes the stored energy into light, sound, and any other form it may need to function." I reply, carefully cataloging each piece "This is very basic technology, but it's not familiar..."
Lyra looks up from her sketchbook "I'm still saying that it can't be alien in origin. From what you've said, it could just be an OOPA."
I laugh, clutching my chest as tears roll down my eyes "'OOPA'?! Oh, I haven't heard that term in forever! Wow, I mean no offense, but that is... hahahaha!!"
Her face flushes and she glares at me "It's not funny! It was either that or 'Chronologically Aberrational Artifact'! And saying 'CAA' just feels wrong."
"What's 'OOPA' mean?" Applebloom asks.
"'Out of Place Artifact'." Ditzy answers, trays holding several cookies, cups of tea and cups of juice on each wing "It's an umbrella term to mean anything that is too advanced for the time in which it is present, like finding a fossilized JoyBoy surrounded by buried clay pots."
Scootaloo blinks several times "So... it's too new to be as old as it is?"
I nod "That's about right, yes."
Lyra levitates tea to her lips "Well, Mr. Science, what would you call it?"
I tap my chin in thought "You know, I haven't put any thought into classifying such things. I'd have to say 'Wrong Time Object'."
Ditzy snorts "That's so... unimaginative."
"So what if I'm unimaginative?" I ask, removing another component "But what tells you that it's out of place, Lyra?"
"Well, first off, it chose the guise of a pony, rather than something fearsome or scary to the creators of the guard-bot, so that rules out Alien in origin." she levitates several pieces into the air "The pieces could be made by equestrians, or any other equine species, because it reacts to resonant energy, like Equestrian magic, rather than an internal power source like a fuel cell." she levitates one of the exterior metal plates to my face "And the model number, patent information, and the fact that it has 'Made in Equestria' here."
I back away and take the piece, and lo and behold, engraved on it are a series of numbers and "Made in Equestria". I blink several times and blush "W-well... never mind then... I suppose you were right."
She nods and her horn flares for a second, a book appearing on the table "And the patent number is too high for it to be modern. It's about twenty years too soon."
Ditzy takes the plate and nods "Ah, that makes sense, but how would a damaged guard-bot end up haunting a house for at least a hundred or more years?"
"The compressed space? It appeared right after we opened it, so it could've been a weak spot in space-time?"
I frown "It wasn't, trust me."
Sweetie waves her hoof in the air "I have an idea!"
"What is it?" Ditzy asks, turning to her.
"What if it wasn't trapped in time; but it in space. Could it've been taken from where it was, but stuck half-way through time somehow?"
Everyone turns to me for confirmation, and I half shrug "That sounds like a possibility, albeit a remote one. But then there's the question of how both landed in the same place, at the same time. It just doesn't make sense."
Scootaloo sighs "What if it had, I don't know, some type of box that it came in? Like a package or something?"
Applebloom shakes her head "Nope, that controller was covered in dust, wasn't a box there."
Lyra nods "Okay, can you find out how long it's been there?"
"Not really, I just know how far in the future it originated from. It could've been there for decades, it could've been there for weeks."
Ditzy sighs "What does it matter? We've essentially proven that the house isn't haunted, and we've gotten something from the future. What else is there to do?"
"Well, there's the problem of how it got there, where it was from... you were being rhetorical, weren't you?" I ask.
She nods and Lyra rolls her eyes "I don't know about the rest of you, but I'm going back to the mansion, I still haven't seen any Driders or hybrids."
"'Driders'?"
"A mythological, undocumented hybrid of pony and giant spider. Rumored to live underground in non-invasive societies." Sweetie says.
"Nerd." Scootaloo mutters.
"Hey, being smart is nothing to be ashamed of, I'm a nerd, and I've been to the end of time and back. I've fought off entire armies with just my wit, a friend, and a screwdriver!" I say, patting Sweetie's head "Trust me, being smart is better than being a soldier."
Sweetie beams "You've done all that?!"
"He's lying to you Sweetie. Sure, smartness may be cool when you're in school, but it won't help in a life or death situation. Like math, it's just for show and junk."
"I can assure you that maths are very useful. How are you supposed to be able to know when to dodge a punch if you don't have any concept of relative speed, impact mechanics, and physics?" I say, crossing my arms Err... hooves.
"Just duck and roll, that's what Rainbow says."
"... 'Rainbow'?" These pony names are getting more and more peculiar the longer I listen.
Ditzy stands and nudges Applebloom "You've been quiet this whole time, what's on your mind?"
"Well... ah understand why Miss Lyra isn't freaked out by this thing an' all of that, but what about you and Mister Turner?"
"I've been dealing with things like this for a long time, myself." I reply, separating the last two components of the sphere.
"And... I've been Lyra's friend since we were your age. I suppose some of her quirks rubbed off on me." Ditzy replies, nodding to Lyra.
"Why am I singled out as the weird one here?"
Sweetie raises her hoof "Because you're always running around looking for made-up stuff and ranting in Canterlot. Or that's what my sister says."
Lyra frowns "I am a scientist, I tend to be a bit eccentric, is your sister normal when she's working?"
"Well, no..."
I tap on the table to get everyone's attention "I think we can all discuss this later, I suggest we go back to the house and try and find some other evidence to prove our theory."
The fillies shudder in apprehension, Lyra and Ditzy shrug and smile respectively.