Spike got up, the sun shining down on his scales as he climbed off the bed and lifted it up into the wall, as it had the ability to and left the room, locking it as he headed over to the dining car. He yawned and stretched, walking slowly over to the counter, with one thing on his mind--coffee. You can't blame him. He had a rough night, and to make matters worse, the room next door was not exactly the quietest in the world.

"It's you again." The mare behind the bar said. "What can I get for you?"

Spike wondered what he needed to drink to wake him up. "Um, just give me whatever's in the pot." The mare nodded and turned around, tilting the small pot over, pouring the hot dark liquid into a mug. Spike took the mug and drank it, the warm coffee flowing down his throat, making him feel less empty, as he now realized he really was on his own with nobody to turn to, and that was a big step.

"Something on your mind?" she asked, noticing his blank stare and the counter. Spike looked up and shook his head. "No, I just...don't know f some decisions I made were right." Spike took another sip. "Well, I may not be an expert on choice making, but following your instinct is never a bad thing. It's just..sometimes not the best thing." Spike pondered on her statement as she refilled his mug.

Later, in the afternoon, Spike laid down on his bed and ate some gems. He wasn't tired, just a little lazy. He stayed in there all day until the nighttime. Screeching was heard as the world outside stopped moving past the train. The train had stopped.

Voices were heard down the hall from his room as he began to realize what had happened. Twilight had stopped the train to find him. Spike grabbed his bag and shoved his stuff into it, and wondered what to do. He then remembered that the windows could open, and he opened it, in case Twilight came in while he was hiding and assumed he had run off.

Spike pulled open the bathroom door and looked for a place to hide. A small cabinet below the sink was all that was there. Spike, being a small baby dragon, could fit in there. So he opened the cabinet and fit himself inside. He then closed the door and waited. Spike had room to stretch, so he wasn't uncomfortable, but the drop of water that fell from the pipes annoyed him a bit.

Minutes pass. Spike anticipation grows as if he is being looked for by a murderer.

Then his door swings open and steps are heard, pacing around, obviously looking for him. Spike knew that even if they had obtained a heat-seeking spell, he was cold-blooded, and only gave off a faint outline that would take a higher trained magic specialist to make more clear and present in their vision.

After 5 minutes, the steps come closer to the bathroom. They pace around, and eventually leave. Spike did not release a sigh of relief, as they were still in the room and would hear him. Half an hour passes and the ponies leave. Spike stays in the cabinet just in case, and eventually falls asleep.

The next morning, Spike's ass and back are in pain, after sleeping in such a hard wooden cabinet. But he was safe from "her."

Within 2 hours, the train stops at a city. The big city of Manehattan.

Author's Note

I know I didn't add very much in this chapter, but I was in a hurry. I got this done in one night, finishing at around 1:30 AM. (i'm lazy) I would greatly appreciate comments, as I'm not getting any about this story. I had the idea for this story when I told my friends the story of the time my brother ran away when we were kids. He had nothing but $10, a comb, hair gel, (he liked to spike his hair) a mirror, and 2 bottles of Mountain Dew. About 2 hours after him running, we found him sitting on top of the school, drinking some Dew and fixing his hair. Damn my dad was angry. But anyway, I just want to say that some feedback would be great. Leave a comment or start a chat with me. I check it every day.

See you all on the equine side. ~LH