Applejack started to pack a suitcase, much to the amusement of Applebloom. She kept looking around, giving a confused stare everywhere. She started looking under the bed, under the covers, above the closet.

"Sis, where's mah hat?" Applejack asked, not noticing it was on her head.

"On your head." Applebloom replied, laughing quietly.

Applejack grabbed at her head, feeling her Stetson, blushing brightly. She had gotten so used to the hat she forgot she ever put it on anymore. She made sure she set it in the proper place, before look at AppleBloom.

"Make sure ta take him to school, and tell 'im Ah went ta see his great-grandma." Applejack ordered, making AppleBloom nod. "Ah'll be back in a few days, okay?"

"Calm down, sis. It ain't tha end of tha world." AppleBloom said, hugging Applejack, making the older Apple sibling smile.

"Sure..." Applejack said, before shutting her bag.

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Tokyony, Japony

The sounds of the city mixed together with the daily life of downtown. Billboards flashed, music screaming from radios, and the people, so used to the daily sight, continued with their business.

Applejack, sitting a Police station, was silently complaining about her Grandmother. Ever since Big Macintosh died, she wasn't the same. Applejack and AppleBloom moved on, but, Granny Smith was never the same.

Now she's in trouble for something that Applejack had no idea about, and she seemed to be a nut about secret governments and monsters of some kind.

The door opened, Applejack's ears pricking up as she looked, however, it was a teenage dragon. His parents went over, scolding him in Japonese, walking away.

Granny Smith was grabbed her jacket, then looked through the window, seeing Applejack. Guilt ran through her eyes as she saw Applejack look at her, then, she went towards the door.

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Granny Smith opened the door, the smell of old air making Applejack gag a little. It was a complete mess on the walls, picture of men, women, and the Neighkini Tolls with Atomic explosions. Pictures of Applejack's friend were on the wall, Tiwlight Sparkle, newspaper cut-outs of the "Incident" years ago.

"Sorry, lil' one," Granny Smith started to say, noticing the dust in the air in a nearby window. "Ah don't get much vistors 'round 'ere."

"Yeah, I can tell..." Applejack muttered, before setting her bags down. She looked at a massive shelf with books cluttered on it.

Granny Smith started to heat a kettle, before Applejack grabbed a book. "Echolocation...?"

"Ah, dun touch that!" She scolded softly, grabbing the book from Applejack's grip, setting it back gently, before adjusting it a little. "Ah like where everything is. Helps me keep tabs on 'em."

"So, this is what ya been doin', huh?" Applejack asked, looking around the room, making Granny smith nod, waiting for the kettle to whistle.

Applejack then realised this is what a conspiracy nut's house looked like on the inside. Pictures of newspapers, most likely bought from the internet or printed out, hung from the walls. Nuclear mushrooms sprouted from the ocean, before reading the head line.

"NUCLEAR TESTS; REAL OR A COVER UP?"

She snorted, her ears flicking a little, before noticing a picture of her friend, Twilight Sparkle, smiling at whoever took the camera. She gave a confused glance at Granny Smith, who didn't notice, before reading the text below.

"Twilight Sparkle is a genius, perfecting Starswirl's Time Travel spell, though only Alicorns can use it right now. Her assistant, Spike Drake, has gone missing, however, and she refuses to work until he is found. Some people think she may have kidnapped him, or worse, killed him. However, on closer inspection, she refuses to sleep, much less eat, until she finds him. Read more on Page 12."

Applejack gave a sigh. It had been awhile since they saw the baby dragon, and Applejack was more worried about him than she let on. She placed a hand over her heart, giving a smile as she felt her heart flutter at the thought of Spike. She suddenly shook her head, clearing her thoughts.

"Ya know, ya didn't 'ave ta come all tha way out 'ere for me." Granny Smith said, patiently waiting. "So, how's Minilla doin'? Gosh, he must be, what? Two? Three?"

"Four." Applejack answered, looking at a book. She picked it up, seeing a bat on the front, small, circle like waves coming from it's mouth. "Echolocation." She read the cover.

Granny Smith got up, gently grabbing the book. "Ah, dun touch that, little one." She put it back in its place, giving a soft smile. "Ah like keeping everythng where it is."

"Granny, why don't ya come home?" Applejack asked, making Granny sigh, before she looked Applejack with a sad look.

"Ya know why, Applejack."

"Granny, he's dead. Just move on."

"Ah can't!"

"Why not?" Applejack asked, on the verge of tears.

"Because-!" Suddenly, the whistle of the kettle sounded out, interrupting the conversation. Granny Smith silently took the kettle off, turning the heat off.

They stood there, in a akward silence. Granny Smith looked at the window, a smal tear running down her cheek. Applejack suddeny felt a pang of guild, making her sigh softly. She was about to speak when Granny Smith interrupted her.

"He's still out there..." Granny Smith said, making Applejack look at her, confused. "They never found 'is body, ya know that?"

Applejack silently listened, before Granny Smith started to pour the tea into two cups, then looked at the window again. "For me, he'll always be there. I'll never forget 'im. That's why I have to go back..."

"Ya know we can't go back there, tha Police said-"

"Applejack, Ah'm going back there. Wether ya like it or not, Ah have tah put 'is soul to rest, if he did die."

"Then Ah'll go with ya!"

Granny Smith looked at Applejack, then smiled. "Well, Ah can't argue wit' ya."

She looked at her computer, then started to type in it, before grabbing a rebreather. "Ah had an informant place buoys all over the site. Two weeks ago, Ah checked the buoys like every other day, for a kick in tha teeth, two weeks ago, something sounded started to talk."

Granny Smith looked at Applejack, giving a smile, "An' Ah mean talking. So, tomorrow mornin', we'll head over there an' make sure we 'ave a chat with whoevers over there."

Author's Note

Sorry, this took longer than I expected. Been a little busy with fan mail.