Groom Hornwell's 2022

Kalby woke up due to the siren that marked the end of duty. He had been sleeping in his throne and his head was resting on his desk. On the floor there was the red notebook. He looked at it and sighed.

He grabbed the object, which had stayed open on the page he left it: I haven’t even made it to the farmhouse yet and the path…

He then read the last line written and his eyes opened wide: that purple thing! It’s coming after me, a dragon!!!! I took a picture!

“What the hay?” Kalby muttered. “She took a pic of it” He repeated the sentence in his head. “But, where’s the camera?” He thought aloud. He then read: I’m throwing this on the floo___

That was it. Or maybe wasn’t, Kalby thought. He remembered Red, her face, and the camera around her neck. Maybe when she said that it was throwing it on the floor she meant the notebook, not the camera.

For director Kalby, an agent of the Stablo, there was only one way to find out. “Enough of sending foals to do a horse’s job”, he spoke to himself.

He got up from his throne and headed to the door. But then went back to grab the notebook on the desk. Just in case, he thought.

Then outside the building, Kalby headed to the Stablo’s headquarters, which were located six blocks away from the Press office, on the middle south-west of Canterlot.

He flew to the place, passing five buildings before reaching the headquarters. The building was twice as tall as the Press and was of a greyish color on the inside and outside. That building indeed had windows, unlike the warehouse where Kalby worked.

He got in. It was foursday afternoon, and most of the poniticians were already home, so there wasn’t much movement besides the guards on every door.

He then approached to a Stablo's officer behind a desk. The unicorn immediately got up to salute Kalby, his superior. “Good afternoon, sire”

“At ease, lieutenant,” answered Kalby. “Is the commissar upstairs?”

“Uhh, no, sire. She got off-town at noon”

“She is off-town? Where?” Kalby inquired. He scratched his ear softly with a wing. “I really need to see her”

“I do not know, sire. Besides I was told it’s confidential”

Kalby, putting a hoof on the desk, sighed. “Well, haven’t heard about weird stuff? Say about a dragon?”

The lieutenant tapped his jaw with a hoof. “Uh, I don’t think so, sire. What I do know is…”

“Yes?” Kalby lowered his head at him.

“The train stations are frozen, from here to south Equestria. That’s all I can tell you, sire”

Kalby circled his hoof around the desk “Oh, okay, that’s strange, but, didn’t the commissar mention a camera, perhaps?”

“Uhm, no, sire, I’m sorry to say”

Kalby, exhaled, and looked at the ceiling. “To be honest with you, lieutenant.” He looked back down and smiled “I’m actually not disappointed to hear that!” He turned around without saying more and started to gallop to the entrance. He pushed the doors to go outside and took flight.

“Wait, sire, something just fell from your saddlebag!” The lieutenant grabbed the red notebook with his telekinesis, and ran outside, and saw Kalby far in the distance, disappearing into a cloud.