"Oh no is right," he heard someone say. Terminal turned and saw a pegasus hiding behind a bush. She looked like the pony he bumped into at Sugarcube Corner just earlier that day. He just stood there and stared and then eventually grinned. The pegasus kept her stance as she watched in confusion over what he was doing. He then turned back to Twilight who was messing with the filter.

"Having fun with that?" he asked her. "Knowing you, you would have fun with foreign objects."

"Oh," she was startled, "I guess I am. Other species' objects really interest me."

"I know that. I can read your mind, remember?"

"Oh yeah. Right. I forgot you can do that. Is it possible for all changelings can do that?"

"No. Only certain ones can do that. About one out of a hundred can read minds. Makes better Infiltrators. The other 99, well that's what the hive mind is for," he said while pointing to his head. "So, who's that over there? She's been watching us for a while." He darted his eyes in the direction of the pegasus.

"Her?" She looked in the direction he was looking towards. "I think that's Lyda. She probably came looking for me after my clone faded."

"Heh. Lyda LYDA?!" He stared at the mare in shock. "That's her?!" He stared back and forth between the two of them. "You're kidding. This has to be joke. Is it?"

"I don't think so. There's only one pegasus that looks like her, and that's her." She looked back at the mare. "Yep, that's definitely Lyda."

"But that's impossible. I saw her die in front of me." He was gritting his teeth. "There is no way she can be alive behind that bush."

"Well, she did just appear in front of me ten months ago. You said that was the furthest back you can remember. Wait a minute, doesn't that seem a little coincidental to you?" she began to question him. "Think about it. Your earliest memory is around the same time Lyda appeared."

"Yeah it does. Maybe we're supposed to get closer to each other since we both lost our memories."

"And maybe," she began saying.

"Just maybe," he continued.

"Maybe you can regain your memories," she began.

"By simply being close to each other for a certain amount of time!" he finished. "Holy sweet Celestia we are geniuses!"

"Or maybe you just read my mind."

"Yeah that too." They sat in silence for a very, very long time, and eventually they both entered the hive, with Twilight with her perception filter on of course.

When they approached his home, their silence was broken by Terminal. "And this is my home… rock… cave... type… thing." He stood there holding up a hoof towards his house and soon brought it down. "My, friend, is in there and had too much cider last night."

"You have cider over here?"

"We have our ways."

"And by ways, you mean coming out and then getting loads of it and bringing it back."

"No. Pinkie Pie."

"Oh. Pink–Pinkie?!" she exclaimed, not knowing that Pinkie actually did that. How long has she been doing that?

"Yeah. Why do you think she gets so much cider? She smuggles some of it."

"Good point." She turned her attention back to the rock he called his home. "You live in that?"

"Pretty much." He paused for a while. "Well, there is that house back over at Ponyville, but…"

"But what?"

"I dunno. I just… it just feels like I have some connection to it. I don't think anypony cares for it but me now."

"Well you used to live in it. Assuming you're still the you I know. I dunno. I always see you stop by it and then leave with some of your property." They then proceeded to enter the rock-cave only to find Sync was on the ground, taking his sober nap.

"I forgot that he takes his nap at this time of the day. He drinks too much and naps it off rather than drinking an actual drink." He looked over to Twilight then back at Sync. "Hold on, I have a solution to this." He backed off to the kitchen–is that what you would call it? A kitchen?–and came back levitating a fold-up chair next to him. He raised it up and dropped it right on to the back of Sync's head.

"Owwww… Okay I'm up. Whaddaya want?" he groaned. He saw Terminal standing next to Twilight. "What's a pony doing in our house?"

"You can-"

"I can see the perception filter. There's enough light in here to see it reflecting into my eyes." She stared at him with curiosity in her eyes. "Back to my question, what is she-"

"She's curious about the daily changeling life and now she's stalking me," he interrupted. "Yes. She's stalking me. I have no idea how long this is going to last."

"This has gotten really awkward, really fast," Sync said. He looked towards Twilight. "No offense."

"Are you saying that I made this awkward?"

"Yes I am. Deal with it." He shifted into Rainbow Dash wearing her shades.

"How did you-"

"I get enough info from your head, Twilight Sparkle. Any other questions? No? Good. I hope Terminal's informed you about me more than just drinking barrel-loads of cider."

"That's pretty much all there is to you," he explained.

"Touché." He turned back to Twilight. "Well. That'senoughinfoforyounowgoodbye," he rushed while pushing her out the door-hole-thing.

Author's Note

Yes. It's a long chapter title. I know. Well. Things could go a lot more wrong with these three.

On the other hand, uh… I dunno. I'll get back to you when something happens. Took me too long to publish this chapter.