"Day" 32, week 49. Many weeks later.

It was Friday, and the group was slowly walking home, enjoying their freedom. They stopped to give some bread to a homeless pony, and then made their way home. It had been a while, but true to their characters, Lightning had a new marefriend and everyone else was still single.

They dropped brawny off first, then Shadow, then Lightning; leaving Luke to finish the trek home alone, like usual.

Luke stopped.

He stopped, that's the best way to describe it.

He stopped moving.

He stopped blinking.

He stopped breathing.

He stopped thinking.

"No way…" he gasped.

Tears began to stream from his eyes.

He breathed again, choking.

His house was gone.

His foster family was gone.

His everything was gone.

In the place of his old house stood a charred pile of ash and dead ponies.

His dad had a drinking problem and they were short on cash to begin with.

Unbeknownst to Luke and the family, he had turned to crime.

Becoming a criminal is easy. But it can be impossible to sever the ties you make.

He paid for trying.

Sirens.

Darkness.

Author's Note

Short chapter, but idgaf. Consider the plot successfully moved forward.