Other than the fact that Sweetie Belle was found, Twilight still had to find the other crusaders. At the same time though, she had to heal Sweetie Belle. She was deeply ill, and could barely walk, talk, or even open her eyes. The air around Twilight as so hazy that it was almost hard to breath. She coughed as a large puff of dust blew into her face when she bumped into a curtain. She almost felt as if she was in an invisible box, unable to move her body. (Except for her hooves, of course.)
The amount of bugs and rodents in this room was unbelievable, making Twilight feel even worse. Her legs had began to get sore, and her throat began hurting again. She had already tried the water spell, which pulled water out of thin air, but the air was too moldy and dirty here. She felt as if she would drop dead at any second.
A drop of some kind of liquid splashed onto Twilight's violet mane, and it soaked through onto her face. She took no notice of it. The liquid sat on her cheek until it mixed in with the tears that she had began to shed. She didn't want Sweetie Belle to see her crying, so she wiped them away quickly. Sweetie was still asleep on her back, so Twilight surrounded her with a magenta aurora and placed her into the empty saddle-bag pocket. She fit like a glove. Twilight noticed a small sparkle at the corner of Sweetie Belle's eye. She was crying.
"Bad dream, eh?" She asked, silently. The filly didn't answer. Twilight felt silly to herself, talking to a sleeping filly. She carried on, calmed by the sound of her hooves clopping against the damp, moldy ground, the water dropping at a rhythmic pattern, the the soft exhaling of the small pony. The previous hallways, where the dried up corpses hung, was far behind her, now.
"Oi, Lame-o!" Cried a voice behind her. Twilight spun around faster than ever before, and backed up from the shadow in front of her.
"G...Gilda?" She recognized Rainbow Dash's old griffon friend. She was pleased to see a familiar face, even though Gilda was a pretty unpleasant creature.
"You dragged me in, now you get me out." Gilda responded. Twilight tipped her head to one side.
"Pardon me? Where's Rainbow Dash? Applejack? Fluttershy? Where are they?" She asked, desperate for an answer.
"You dragged me in, now you get me out." The griffon repeated.
"What the heck are you talking about? I didn't drag you in here, you came in here yourself! Wait...the book said that only unicorns could experience a dream like this. How are you here?" Asked Twilight, puzzled.
"Beats me, maybe the book forgot to mention griffons. Now, for the last time. Get me out." Gilda threatened. Her eagle talons seemed shinier than before, so Twilight was cautious.
"The dream ends as mysteriously as it comes. There is nothing I can do to you out."
"You have the magic! So does that little brute you have in your saddle-bag! Come on, dweeb! I'm starting to lose my mind in here!"
"Pinkie Pie said on the radio that the only way to get out was to get to the green door. She...said that I'd be safe there." Twilight remembered the message her pink friend had given her. She shivered at the sound of her screaming. again, she asked herself, what did Rainbow do?
"Well, lets go find this door, pronto!" Gilda nudged Twilight -hard- in the shoulder, and the two began walking back down the hallway. Sweetie belle began to stir, and when she noticed Gilda, her eyes went wide and she crept back into the saddle-bag.
"Twilight...what's she doing here?"
"Ssh..go back to sleep, Sweetie belle."
"Okay."

Author's Note

These chapters are getting worse and worse as I carry on. But, I guess It will have to do. I'm running out of ideas.