Octavia and the strangest pony in the world

The sky was no longer dawn, more of an afternoon, completely shrouded by grey. As a pony with the same colour coat sat down on a bench in a cobblestone courtyard. A gentle breeze came on and an almost silent shum-wheeze sound occurred nearby. In a small spot just big enough for a phone booth sat a 1963 police box, one of its doors wide open. If you looked closely, you would notice that it was bigger on the inside but that’s not really important. The grey coated mare was joined by another pony with a chestnut coat on the bench while 3 other robed ponies appeared behind them, one carrying a small knife. The knife was raised and was about to be thrown, the thrower's arm thrust forward and at the same moment a small dart landed in its leg. The knife sped forward and went straight between two ponies heads who were about to embrace.

Not long after it arrived, the small blue box disappeared as fast as it had came, creating a small breeze to replace the natural one that had faded away.

Back in the Tardis, the troublesome trio were absolutely frantic, well two were; Luna had gone to bed, which meant that Octavia would have to help pilot a machine she didn’t know anything about. She tentatively reached out to press a button and Hermes immediately shouted "NO! Not that one, if you pull this lever, flick that switch, THEN press that button its okay. But if you press that button right now it will create a black hole or a rip in space and time the size of Hoofer Dam." Soon she was told to stop and rest on the couch like seat that was next to the console.

Hermes meanwhile was chaotically dashing about the console doing who knows what when he suddenly stopped to catch his breath and exclaimed “Hold on to something, we’re going for a ride!”  He hugged a small section of the console while Octavia clung to the couch-thing as a pure white light crept through the windows on the front doors accompanied by a deafening roar. “HERE IT COMES!” shouted the Time Pony, clearly audible over the noise. as the light slowly engulfed the rest of the room, the poor Cellist felt strangely calm. Hermes continued to shout “NEXT STOP EVERYTHING! HAHAHAHAHA!” Then the light completely covered the room, rendering everyone on board the time travelling vessel unconscious.