Hello.

He hasn't answered. Not once.

Maybe he's ignoring the calls on purpose.

If he would answer Twilight Sparkle would know.

One more call...Before I try to calm down with tea, Twilight thought, sitting in one of the dusty old chairs in the 'living room' style area.

"Hello. It's me. You still haven't answered a single call. It's heartbreaking, actually. I need to talk to you. It's a bad day to be holding a grudge. You probably know what day this is. This was a sad day for you, too. Please call me back. So........did you move out of your old house or something? Everything is, like, disorganized. I know you. Everything is dusty like it hasn't been touched in years. I need an explanation. Come home...or...call me back. Do something! I miss you, Flash! I need to see you! Hear your voice......

I'm sorry! I'm sorry for breaking your heart! I'm sorry for everything I ever did to make your life miserable! But please don't do the same to me. Please...I'm really sorry. I wish you would just listen."

Nope. No answer.

Twilight Sparkle waited. Fifteen minutes.

Half an hour.

One hour.

Two.

Twilight Sparkle boiled some water in her boyfriend's old coffee pot. It hadn't been touched in...years, Twilight guessed.