A Balloon With No Helium

Twilight had already gotten to bed and reached over to turn off the light when she heard a familiar voice at the door. Whoever it was, it was calling her name.

"Twilight! Let us in, quick!"

"The door's unlocked!"

"That's just it, I can't open it! I've got Pinkie in my hooves!"

The lavender pony's curiosity got the best of her, so she, slowly but surely, flew toward the door. "Before I let you and Pinkie Pie in, I must ask, who are you, exactly?"

"There's only one of your friends who would holler instead of knock. Guess who?"

Twilight knew the answer, but refused to believe it. "You aren't Rainbow! She's dead!"

"Why don't you open the door so I can prove it?"

Twilight wasn't sure what to do; to open the door, or to keep refusing. She slowly opened the door to see a bloody, unconscious Pinkamena and a cloudy figure holding her. When she squinted enough to where the blur came to focus, her eyes widened. "Rainbow Dash! It really is you! Come on in! What happened to Pinkie?" It was then that Twilight noticed Pinkie's damaged hooves. "Did she do this to herself?"

"Yeah. You got an adrenaline needle?"

"Yes, of course. In fact, Pinkie asked me the same question when she tried to save you," Twilight replied as she made her way up the stairs.

The princess came back downstairs, levitating the injection. Rainbow's spirit could only watch as she lowered the needle into Pinkie's chest. The pink pony gasped awake. She glanced around the room anxiously. When she could make out Rainbow, she only did exactly what Rainbow Dash did on her second-to-last suicide attempt. She narrowed her eyebrows and huffed. "Why'd you save me? I wanted to be with you again!"

"Pinkie, do you not notice who saved your life? You owe Twilight and I a thank you."

"I know, and I'm sorry, but now, thanks to you, my life is gonna be even more of a nightmare than it already was! So yeah, thanks for ruining my life even more than you did before!"

Pinkie then noticed the irony of all this. Rainbow's spirit was here, and technically, heaven was in the clouds.The fear of having a ghost save her life had not come, for the ghost was her marefriend. This was not a nightmare, this was a dream come true.

"Dashie, I'm so sorry!", Pinkie wailed as she locked herself into the spirit's embrace.

"What's to be sorry about?", Twilight inquired.

"I'm sorry because I blamed you for what you did. You may have killed yourself, but you only did that because of me."

"Why would I kill myself because of you?"

"Because I made you blow your money on prank supplies and that's what started all this! If I hadn't done that, you would still be alive and happy!"

"Pinkie, stop. You're going to end up having ulcers because of the weight of crime you're putting on your own shoulders," Twilight said as she slammed her hoof into the ground.

Pinkie backed away as if struck. Then, she remarked, "Ulcers? Those can kill me! I..." She trailed off, unable to speak.

* * *

"I hope you had a good meal, Crusaders! Come back tomorrow!", Rarity called to Apple Bloom and Scootaloo as they left.

Sweetie Belle made her way to her bedroom and sat on the bed. "Rarity isn't the same anymore..." she uttered to herself as she levitated a picture frame with her magic.

"What is that, Sweetie?"

"Nothing, Rarity," Sweetie murmured. She quickly set the picture back onto the dresser, grinning nervously.

"Alright, then," Rarity nodded and kissed her sister good night. After doing this, she headed to bed.

* * *

"Rainbow, I've been thinking ever since I met you that I should ask you a question not every mare is brave enough to ask," Pinkie said as she and her ghost friend entered Sugar-cube Corner, "But, I can't exactly ask you now."

"What'd you want to ask me, Pinks?"

"I wanted to ask you if you would.....marry me."

Rainbow chuckled. "Yeah..."