Twilight Sparkle and the Stupid Original Pony

Eric Landers stood in the empty domicile. After a careful search of the entire suite of rooms, he had left no trace of his intrusion – nor found any sign of the missing resident.

Nothing was obviously gone, no sign of packing for a trip. A few bare spots on the bookshelves could have indicated that certain volumes had been removed or simply that there was room for growth. There was no mess, save two complete and identical sets of clothes on the floor. One folded, the other in disarray.

Ah, there were secrets, within secrets, within secrets. Perhaps he should have shared at least some inkling of the truth with the young fellow. But no, there was no gain in doubting himself. He had tried his best to protect the young one. For now, Tangent was beyond his help.