Becaus musical numbers=friendship=magic, that's just basic science. What do expect of a disfunctional family of Pinkie Pies 
Becaus musical numbers=friendship=magic, that's just basic science. What do expect of a disfunctional family of Pinkie Pies
“He’s been out there for a long time,” Carrot Plate noted with concern “Does he know it’s raining? I mean, does he even feel it?”
“Uncle Train Wreck feels everything.” Diane’s left wing twitched painfully in the splint. “Every burn, every scar, every sling, every arrow. He feels all of it.”
“Train wreck needs his family,” Z-978 interjected, “Z-978’s family needs each other. Z-978’s family loves each other. That is why they are Z-978’s family.”
“I’ll go talk to him.” Surprise hung her head, unaware of the soft music that framed her exit, as she walked out into the street and into the rain…
“Called you up in the middle of the night, like a firefly without a light.” It was Train Wreck’s deep resonating voice that began the song. Memories floated by of a giant monster, glowing faintly in the night air. He walked heavily to a closed bakery, fresh from judgement. It was the only place he really knew to go. “You were there like a slow torch burning, I was a key that could use a little turning.”
“So tired that I couldn't even sleep, so many secrets I couldn't keep.” Surprise relived that night, remembering asking herself what she was going to say to the friend she had left and found again, as she laid a foreleg over her mate's withers. “Promised myself I wouldn't weep. One more promise I couldn't keep.”
“It seems no one can help me now. I'm in too deep, there's no way out!” images of the dread circus, and the revelations of the nopony played against Train Wreck's brain as he sang. “This time I have really led myself astray.”
“Runaway train never going back, wrong way on a one way track,” the pair's voices merged against the rain, “Seems like I should be getting somewhere, somehow I'm neither here nor there…”
“Can you help me remember how to smile,” Carrot Plate looked at the pair hopefully as she walked into the downpour, “make it somehow all seem worthwhile.”
“How on earth did I get so jaded?” The red and orange unicorn pleaded as each drop of rain drove home another of her father’s abuses. “Life's mystery seems so faded.”
“I can go where no one else can go!” Diane contemplated desperately, almost pleadingly as she walks out, gazing absently at the sky and letting the rain strike her eyes to wash away the tears. “I know what no one else knows!”
“Here I am just drowning' in the rain, with a ticket for a runaway train.” The little changeling nuzzled between her adopted parents.
“Everything is cut and dry, day and night, earth and sky,” Carrot sang defiantly, “Somehow I just don't believe it!”
“Runaway train never going back, wrong way on a one way track.” the hurting mare was welcomed into the warm circle beneath the cold stinging rain. “Seems like I should be getting somewhere, Somehow I'm neither here nor there.”
“Bought a ticket for a runaway train,” Z-978 sang clearly in her buzzy semi-autotuned voice, “Like a madmare laughing at the rain.”
“Little out of touch, little insane.” The changeling rushed into to warm embrace of her siblings. “It’s just easier than dealing with the pain.”
“Runaway train never going back!” Carrot Top promised the storm.
“Wrong way on a one way track.” Diane bowed her head and thought of her stolen memories of holding Charlie beneath a bleeding Silver Sky.
“Seems like I should be getting somewhere.” Z questioned the world and the path it had cast her on. “Somehow I'm neither here nor there.”
“Runaway train never comin' back.” Surprise remember all of the friends in every world she would never see again, many who likely didn’t exist anymore… and the one ghost of a friend who came back… wrong.
“Runaway train tearing' up the track!” Train Wreck thought about his own terrible potential for destruction, living in a world that was made of glass.
“Runaway train burnin' in my veins.” In Diane’s mind there was only the image of a stolen card clenched firmly between her teeth, because she had to know.
“Runaway but it always seems the same.” Carrot Plate only wondered if the nightmare was really over this time.
And they stood there, laughing, and crying, and nuzzling. In the middle of the street. In the middle of the rain. Right in front of the changeling hive. And in the backdrop of the unheard fading music, not a one even cared what the world thought.