What in the...

Time to get muffins. Being as hopeful as me? Yes, come on, the door is there.

"Hello? Anyone here?" Oh hell, why is Derpy sniffing? This is bad, bad, real bad. Can we do anything? I don't know, I haven't handled this before...We aren't going to go back, are we? No, we aren't, trust me. I do trust you, I have from the beginning. We'll get through this, we'll calm her down, get muffins, have a good sleep, then in the morning, go to the library and tell more information to Twilight, we okay about that? Yes, but I'm starting to feel a bit more worried.

"Oh," okay, I'm worrying a lot now. Same here, buddy. "Hello, Winchester, how are you?" Okay, this is scaring me, something is dreadfully wrong. I can see.

"I'm fine, what's the matter?" Okay, okay, okay, we calm her down, please work, please, please. We are worrying on the same level.

"Nothing, it's just a letter" a letter? From who? We will find out.

"Can I see it?" I wonder who it's from? Maybe a bad ex colt-friend. Probably.

"Oh course you can" she is still sniffing, but seems fine with us reading the letter; this isn't worrying now, this is suspicious. It is becoming suspicious, I agree.

"Well, thank you" Let's read this...

Dear Derpy,

your friend, Winchester needs to be removed from Ponyville, he doesn't seem to be perfectly normal, it may show a bad response to any visitor or tourists.

From, your friend,

Twilight Sparkle.

"Wait!? What does this..." Oh... Heavens...Above!

"I'm sorry!" Oh, right in the kisser! Well, hello, darkness. What's new...

"Ow, my head" Well, damn it, it was a dream. A dream, I got hit in the head, punched myself, and felt pain...from both! Lucid dream. That isn't how those work. What day is it? Either Saturday or Thursday. Very vivid, wait, what is your foot touching? It feels like paper. Let's look at what it is. It's an envelope? It's got a little heart stamp on the front, you have secret admirer, how cute. Oh, ha, let's just read it...

Winchester,

Together, as friend's, our time was short,

but you have liked me and loved me better than any one I ever knew.

As I've said, I'm not the brightest nor the stupidest, but you have show me a part of me, pardon my slang side, that is an egg-head.

I hope this letter, has said that "you are a good pony" as you are one, I hope you remember this.

Your sorry friend,

Derpy S. Hooves.

You can say it. D'awwwwwww....