>After Dash stormed off, you told Twilight that Plan A was a go.  She put on her srs face, told you when and where to meet her, and left.
 
>Dash busts back in through the door, none too subtly.
>"Alright, Anon, you can g-g-g... - hic - go risk your life and throw away the future if you want.  I'm drunk enough that I can't feel feelings anymore, so you can hit me with whatever you got!"
 
>"Dash, what was I supposed to do, huh?  Put Twilight up against a trillion-to-one odds as the only possiblity for saving the world?"
 
>"You were shupposed to listen to me!," she says, hovering unevenly toward you and pointing an accusing hoof.
>"I... nevermind.  I made my choice, you made yours, and we both gotta deal with the conshequences."
>She lands with four staggered clicks as each of her hooves touch down, and then she gives you the weirdest look.
>"No tomorrow..."
>Wait, what?  What's she saying here?
>And that look... it's... well there's definitely sadness in there, but that's not the driving force of it.  You can't read her.
 
>You lean down and put a hand on her shoulder.
>"You okay?"
 
>She's staring at you.
>"There... there isn't just no tomorrow anymore.  There might be no NEXT.  No LATER."
 
>"Twilight ran the numbers.  This is our best bet."
 
>"You might have even LESS time left."
 
>"I know that.  And I've already told everyone that I'm okay with that."
 
>"Well... well what if I'M not?  I keep talking about living with my decisions, but things have changed!  It wasn't... it wasn't supposed to be like this..."
 
>"Well then what WAS it supposed to be like?"
 
>Before you can blink, her lips are pressed up against yours.
>A few drops of glistening liquid are squeezing out of the corners of her closed eyes.
>You're immobile.  Speechless.  Breathless.
 
>What just...
>What?
 
>She pulls back and opens her eyes.
>Her face is red.
>"Anon, I-"
 
>Motion and breath come rushing back, along with a torrent of feelings you couldn't begin to sort out.
>Speech is still floating off in the distance, eluding your grasp.
>You manage to wrangle one phrase, though.
>"I gotta go," you blurt before rushing out the door and walking a good distance away.
>What WAS that?
>You don't...
>She...
>Even if...
>She's a PONY.
>Somewhere in the back of your head, a little voice says that if that was wrong, you don't want to be right.
>The rest of whatever's tumbling around your head is a hazy blur.
>You walk and walk and walk, with no goal in mind.
>It's too dark to be sure, but you think you walked through the remains of some buildings.
>Without any direction, you ended up circling back around after a bit.  You can see a few dim lights shining from Fluttershy's cottage.
>Dash must still be up.
>Dash must...
 
>You turn around and keep walking, hoping that the air and the exercise will have a clarifying effect, but it's not working.
>You just...
>She...
>...
 
>You glance at your watch.
>Somehow, you've wasted the whole night.  Err... block of time that would have been night.
>You need to get to Twilight.
>For the first time, you notice how cold it is out here.
 
 
>You blink a few times, adjusting to the painfully unfamiliar light of the sun streaming through a window.
>This is... a hallway somewhere in the castle.  You're not sure what time it is.
>You're not sure what DAY it is.
>You look down at yourself and see nothing.  It's surprisingly easy to get used to.
>Twilight's spell seems to have worked.
>Now you just need to figure out how long you have, find out as much as you can about the situation, then GET OUT OF THE WAY of whatever it is that went down.
>Preferably keeping a line of sight so you can identify the threat more precisely.
 
>A loud sound grabs your attention and you turn your head.
>There's a lot of shouting coming from over there...
>You start running toward the ruckus, then give your wings a few experimental flaps.
>Not enough lift.  You keep sprinting.
>The commotion is getting clearer when you turn a corner to see Dash screaming at several ponies.
>Your limp body is draped across her back and several guards are standing between her and a large doorway.
 
>"I don't CARE who she's meeting with!  Shouldn't the health of an endangered species matter more than whatever political crap?"
 
>"Miss, I know you think this is an urgent matter, bu-"
 
>"Shut it, chump, and don't make me say it again!  Buck protocol!  Now I'm going in there whether you like it or not, and if you HONESTLY think you can stop me, you're welcome to try, but your girlfriend or wife or boyfriend or husband or imaginary chalupa or WHATEVER you losers call those stupid things is gonna be pretty upset at how mangled your whole undercarriage ends up, capiche?"
>She takes a stride toward the door, and the quivering guard still blocks her.
>She pauses and scrapes a hoof along the ground with a snort.
>"Two seconds."
 
>He gulps.
 
>"One..."
 
>The door creaks open, and a head peeks out.
>A human head.
>Grey hair, beady black eyes, round spectacles.
>"It's alright, I was just leaving."
 
>Before he's even finished that sentence, Dash has blurred through the crack in the door.
>The human steps out and the door slides shut.
>He rubs his forehead, nods at the guards, then sets off down the hall.
 
>You, Jennifer, this guy, and eight others.
>How many of them were there during the incident?  Celestia said something like six?
>Is that important?  That many or most of the humans were concentrated in one area?
>Could it have been a plot to assassinate the evil monkeys?
>What kind of insane asshole would destroy the sun and moon for THAT?
 
>You're fairly sure you know how the scene in the throneroom is going to end.
>Celestia didn't seem to be hiding anything from you.
>And you do have a while.  If you just got here, you won't even be conscious for a couple days.
>You decide to follow this guy for a bit.
>After a whole lot of turns that you're pretty sure were unnecessary, you wind up in a medical wing.
>The same one you'll wind up in soon.
>He turns a corner and there's a quiet "oof".
>He just bumped into Fluttershy.
 
>"Oh, I'm sorry.  I wasn't watching where I was going.  Are you okay, Lezard?"
 
>He gives her a creepy smile.
>"I'm fine.  How's the little angel?"
 
>"Platina's doing great.  She might even be able to go soon."
 
>Lezard claps his hands.
>"Wonderful!  I'm just going to go have a quick chat with her and then I'm free.  Would you like some lunch?"
 
>Fluttershy smiles and nods.
>"That sounds nice, but I have to go check on Jennifer."
 
>"Well that's too bad.  I'll see you around?"
 
>"Mhm.  I'll see you later," she says as she walks off.
 
>Several nurse and doctor looking ponies scramble around the corner, wheeling you toward your room.
>Dash is following close behind.
>That's three options.  You can see what Dash is up to and maybe get some idea of what's up with her, you can walk in on Jennifer, or you can follow this Lezard fella.
>Then again, with your room right next to Jennifer's, that's almost two options in one.
>...
>Or not?
>They've just pushed you into a different room than the one you remember.
>One that's definitely not next to the one Fluttershy just walked into.
>Huh.  Well that's strange.