	I groan and stretch when i wake up. A warm, wool blanket falls off of me and crumples on the floor. The train must have stopped, because I feel no movement beneath me. As I rub the sleep from my eyes and blink, I notice my surroundings are different. I no longer sit in the train car, but in the living room of a small apartment. I climb off of the couch on which I sit and start to look around. There is a small coffee table in the middle of the room, a second couch to my right, and a large glass cabinet with dozens of books to my left. To the right of the cabinet is a dark hallway. In front of me is the foyer, and to its right is a doorway. I prick my ears up as I walk toward the foyer. I can hear voices. I can't understand what they're saying, but I hear a male and a female talking to each other. I step up to the doorway to listen in, but I still can't understand them. Frustrated, I step around the corner, into the kitchen. No one is present aside from myself.
	"Hello?" I say. No answer. I turn from the kitchen and walk back into the living room. The dark hallway is now lit, and I can hear giggling and laughing coming from the end. I cautiously walk down the hall. A door stands on the immediate left, but it's locked when I try it. Two others stand at the end of the hall, opposite each other.
	I look at the one to my left. It's painted blue. The one to the right is painted black. I don't know why, but I sit between them instead of trying the knobs.
	"You have to make a choice, little pony." Says a disembodied voice. I jump up, startled, even though it's a warm and motherly voice.
	"Who's there?! What choice?" I shout.
	"Us and them. Black and blue." A second voice calls, this time male. They sound like the two coming from the kitchen.
	"What does that mean?" I turn to the other side of the hall. I can't even see the living room; everything is dark.
	"Pick a door!" The voices say, both at the same time.
	I look at the doors. They loom ominously over me.
	"But I don't know what's behind them!"
	"Well, it wouldn't be a very fun game if you knew, would it? One will take you to a place you love, and the other will take you to a happy reunion!" They say. I'm starting to get scared. I don't know where I am, or what's going on.
	"I just want to go home! This isn't fun at all!" Tears start to form in my eyes.
	"Home? It's through the door!" I look from door to door as tears roll down my cheeks.
	"But which one is it?!" I sob.
	"Home is where your heart is!" Says the voice. The hallway dissolves around me and the voices stop as a large, open field of flowers appears. I can feel the sun's warmth on my coat. Both doors still stand.
	"My heart's with mama and papa, but I don't know which door is the right one." I mutter.
	"Blue first, I guess. It's the color of mama's hair." I think as I push it open. Inside I see myself sitting by a river with Eura and a male bat-pony. I can't make him out. He's too far away and obscured by the shade of the trees.
	I back away from the door just as laughter starts to sound. This is definitely not the right door. I want my mama and papa, not Eura and Syrius, even though Eura is growing on me. There's also the fact that Syrius might not even take her back, or remember her.
	I shake my head and open the other door. Inside I find mama and papa huddled up on the couch in our living room. They're crying as they hold a small picture frame.
	"I don't get it." I whisper to myself. "Where am I? Why am I not with mama and papa in this door?"
	"Think about it." Says the voice. It's different this time, not as ethereal, and it sounds closer, almost physical. It sounds more mechanical and lifeless than before.
	"Wh-who is that? Who's there?!" I'm starting to get really nervous. I turn away from the door and come face to face with something very strange.
	"Oh! Please, do not be afraid!" Says the pony-like figure. It stands at my height, wears a white leather mask with eye-slits that change with its expression, and wears a golden-orange scarf.
	"Who are you?" I start to feel calm in its presence. Its eye-slits turn up as if it smiles.
	"I am Mime!" The mask doesn't move as it speaks.
	"Mime? Are you the owner of the other voices?"
	"Yes, those are mine!" It laughs. "Did you recognize them? I know you know them!" It bounces in place gleefully.
	"Um..."
	"Mr. Eccles Cake and Mrs. Cheese Cake!" It says in both of their voices at the same time.
	"Oh. Well, what about these doors? Why am I in one, but not the other?"
	"Well, when you opened the first door, it caused the other to be affected by your choice. Think about it, you chose the door to Eura and Syrius, and what happened in the other door?" Its eye-slits turn down in a worried manner.
	"Mama and papa were crying over a picture." I say, looking to the ground.
	"Precisely!"
	"But I don't want that! I want mama and papa!"
	"Then pick the black door first this time!"
	"But I need to help Eura find Syrius!"
	Mime's eye-slits turn up in a smile. It nods happily.
	"You, little pony, will do great things! Your papa is completely right!" Its voice changes to that of my mama's before it speaks again, "I am so proud of you, Sirocca." I swallow my sadness as I realize how much I miss her.
	"I'll be home soon, mama." I say as I turn from Mime and open the black door. I trot through confidently.
	"Good luck, young Sirocca!" It says in its mechanical voice. "I will see you again, very soon!" It waves to me as a blinding white light surrounds me. I have no idea what its words mean, but I feel as if Mime will be of great importance to me. The world around me begins to shake and rumble, before a metallic screech sounds. Everything stops as I close my eyes.