The Faults in Our Binding

This wouldn't be the first time you had rifled through the library's bookshelves with such desperation. Memories of studying among stacks of Kaplan's, Princeton, Barron's, and various other review books rose to the surface. You could barely see through the excessive amounts of books that were piled on your desk. All of the cramming had been an effort to pass the MCAT exam, the notorious assessment that had allowed you entry into medical school. Needless to say, you weren't a fan of it. Hell, nobody was.

But right now, you weren't throwing books off shelves to find the perfect review book for some last night cramming. Instead, you scoured the library's selection for the arcane and supernatural, making sure to leave no book unchecked. Everything that looked as though it might have had a reference to inter-dimensional link was inspected. If anything seemed useful, it was added to the pile.

At  the checkout, the librarian peered at you over the large of stack of books. She must have thought you were one of those Ghostbuster freaks, or a crazy mystic of some sort. Silence reigned as every book passed through the demagnetizer.

You hauled all of your study materials to your flat. It was going to be a long night.

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The train departed from Ponyville only a minute ago, but Twilight had already managed to take up the entire compartment in books and notes, along with six pages. Her friends had waved her off, but Twilight payed little mind. As soon as she was done waving, she had returned to her investigation.

Spike looked on with concern. The supposed 'connection' Twilight had felt over a week ago was all that she went on about for the last few days. He didn't take that to be a very good sign. The last time he had seen Twilight this stressed over something was when she couldn't think of anything to report to Princess Celestia.

'Lesson Zero,' you thought.

The baby dragon quietly waddled over to where Twilight was sitting. He could see her concentrating intensely. Deciding he would attempt to make her relax, he poured out a glass of apple juice from a nearby cart.