There was the sound of several electric guitars playing. A heavy drum beat.

I… know that noise… I'd been hearing it in my head for a while.

A male started singing... something about a cage?

Wait… I can actually hear that.

The beat sped up, the guitars went full blast as the song reached it's chorus.

I decided to join in.

“I feel like a monst-… why’d the music stop?” I asked as my eyes fluttered open. Some jerk had stopped the song midway through the good part. There was a bright light at first, and there was somepony standing over me with a blonde mane. She was jabbering excitedly, but sounded far away... something about a nurse?

Crap… Well that didn’t work. I thought I was back at square one, except perhaps with the addition of several broken bones.

As my vision adjusted, I realized it wasn’t somepony but someone. My heart skipped a beat as I realized it wasn’t just anyone, it was her. She was leaning over my bedside, tears in her eyes.

She cried for me?

She was speaking to me again, I couldn’t understand most of it but I distinctly heard her say how worried she’d been, how she’d called my sister when I didn’t show up to seminary a few times, say how sorry she was for saying no the first and second time I asked her out…

Double crap, am I dreaming again? I struggled to think of a way to see if it was really her, and not just some mental projection.

“I know your face.” I said softly. “Ewoyn.”

“What? Uhmm… NURSE! I’m not sure if he’s really awake just yet!”

Haha! She totally missed that reference! It is her.

I tried to sit up. Embracing her was the only thing that mattered at that moment. She pushed me back down, saying something along the lines of “your injuries are still healing, don’t get up” etc etc, the usual stuff that came with serious blows to the head. She told me how surprised she was that playing my favorite CDs had actually worked. How the doctors had said I had about a one in a thousand chance of waking.

“Never tell me the odds.” I said with what I hoped was a roguish smile. All I got in return was a blank look.

Yeeyup, that’s her.

In the end I decided not to tell her how I had actually woken up. She didn’t need to know how I’d pulled a Javier. If anything, I wouldn’t mind forgetting that last bit of my little adventure into Equestria.

Though for the rest of my life I never would forget it. How could I? And there’s always been a part of me, albeit a small one, that wants to go back. Because what if, that was real and this is the dre-

“After your parents get here, do you want to grab some IN-n-Out?” she asked, her smile as radiant as the sun.

… nevermind, this is real and if it isn’t I don’t care.

Author's Note

This one written for One-Shotober and perhaps, just a little, a b-day present to myself. Originally this chapter was going to be Chessex and Songbreeze examining my body, but I thought that might be a little dark...

Hope you enjoyed, and yes. I am well aware of the hate I may received but,