It was 15 years after Dash's arrest. Today was her day for release. The first thing she would do... is see Scootaloo grown up. Then finish off the lie-spreading bitch named Cheerilee.
Scootaloo had her own house, job, and boyfriend. Scootaloo was a mail pony, like Derpy. Derpy had actually become the leader of the mail industry.
Dash stepped out of the prison, getting proper sunlight after 15 long years. Dash had changed. Dash was now 37, but not the same. Dash wandered around until she found the mail house. She walked in, and saw an orange coated, purple mained mare. "Scoots. It's me." Dash said, accidentally spooking the mare.
Scootaloo turned around, and gasped. "M-Mom?" Scootaloo said, tearing up, and running at her mother. They both hugged, and Scootaloo cried for the first time Dash knew of for 18 years.
"I'm out of prison, sweetie. It's been a long time. I've missed you." Dash said, in a scratchy voice.