After I had come in from the garden, my mother trotted up, a worried look on her face.

"I just got off the phone. It's... Your grandmother." She said, simply.

My eyes widened. "Well, what are we waiting for?"

One quick road trip later (again, no easy feat for one with hooves) we managed to arrive relatively safely at the local hospital.

We galloped up the stairs to where my grandmother was being cared for. When we got there, we realized that, like many of the other patients here, she was unable to make the Transition to a Pony form. Their bodies simply didn't have the vital energy to do so. As a result, many of them were dying even faster. Not immediately, however.

I began to cry silently. Then I felt an idea come to me. I started to go toward my grandmother's bedside. Mom was about to stop me, but I acted first. "Please, mom. Stand back."

"How far back?" She asked.

"Way back."

And she did indeed back up quite a bit, just to be on the safe side.

Instinctively, I trotted quietly over to my grandmother's side. Closing my eyes, I held her hand and words started to come to my mind. (1)

I hold those I love close.
My heart is always there.
And when my Cutie Mark comes to life,
There's life for all to share.

Sure enough, my Mark was glowing brightly. My magic began to work its... Well, magic. The glow built up until I looked like an ice sculpture.

Suddenly, wisps of blue-green energy burst from me and began to spread throughout the room, and then into the rest of the hospital itself. They began to suffuse the inpatients with the vital energy that would be necessary.

The effect was almost immediate.

Those who were previously laid up started to show signs of recovering quickly. They began to change form, just like we had. Their vital signs started to rise. Many of them began to open their eyes as well. Those who had breathing apparatuses took them off and began to breathe fresh air for the first time in a long, long time.

As for my grandmother herself, she began to sit up straight. "Where am I?" She queried, looking about her.

I all but tackle hugged her. "Grandma! You're alive!"

My mother was utterly flummoxed. "Since when could you do that!?"

"I... Don't know. Since always, maybe? I just had no idea how to do that before."

She smiled softly. "Well, I'm sure glad that you did. You might have just put some people out of a job, however."

I waved that off. "Ah, most of them weren't doing that great of a job anyway."

"Touche."

My grandmother looked at me quizically. "Do I... Know you from somewhere?"

"Of course! I was previously your grandson-"

I paused. For some reason, I couldn't think of what my previous name was.

"You used to call me CJ on occasion." I did remember that. "Now I go by Winter Fields."

She looked over herself. She had a tan coat, a light pink -almost White- mane and tail. She was the spit and image of Mayor Mare. If a younger version.

She looked over at my mother. "And that makes you...?"

Mom smiled. "You used to call me D. That was in the past. I go by Cup Cake now."

"And so... Who am I?"

I decided to field that. "Back in Ponyville, you were known as Mayor Mare."

After a moment's thought, she said, "Marionbell. I can feel that my name is Marionbell."

My mother spread her arms. "Welcome back to the world of the living." She half joked.

We explained a bit of what had happened. After a Time, she said, "So if I'm to understand correctly, I have not one, but two granddaughters when I had grandsons?"

"Well, yes. Pretty much."

She smiled. "I think I can live with that."

Without further ado, she fell asleep with a smile on her face.

We decided that it would be prudent to return when she was feeling stronger. As quietly as we could, my mother and I left the building.

Author's Note

1: Sorry but not sorry; I like this gimmick.