WEBVTT Kind: captions Language: en 00:00:01.260 --> 00:00:05.769 >>NARRATOR: The train wasn’t particularly menacing, quite the opposite in fact as it 00:00:05.769 --> 00:00:10.630 is very hard to be menacing while being brightly colored, very well lit and full of smiling 00:00:10.630 --> 00:00:12.040 ponies. 00:00:12.040 --> 00:00:17.270 None the less as Applebloom stood there, in the station, looking at the brightly colored, 00:00:17.270 --> 00:00:23.050 well lit train train full of smiling ponies, only one thought came to mind. 00:00:23.050 --> 00:00:24.300 Menacing. 00:00:24.300 --> 00:00:28.390 She stood on the platform, watching as it pulled to a stop. 00:00:28.390 --> 00:00:33.450 It was one of the newer stations, installed by order of Celestia a few years ago. 00:00:33.450 --> 00:00:39.609 It still had that new train station smell, which is much like new horseshoe smell only 00:00:39.609 --> 00:00:42.710 with a great deal more coal. 00:00:42.710 --> 00:00:47.269 It must at this point be said that there was nothing wholly remarkable about the train 00:00:47.269 --> 00:00:51.460 station, or for that matter its rather cheerily painted trains. 00:00:51.460 --> 00:00:59.079 But at exactly one in the afternoon something wholly remarkable was set to occur. 00:00:59.079 --> 00:01:06.280 By the small clock in Applebloom’s bag it was seven minutes past noon. 00:01:06.280 --> 00:01:11.260 Applebloom turned to Applejack, still finding it odd that they were almost the same height 00:01:11.260 --> 00:01:12.260 now. 00:01:12.260 --> 00:01:16.580 She was exactly as tall as her sister, if you counted in the large red bow. 00:01:16.580 --> 00:01:21.150 But, since red bows do not count under any known system of measurement she would have 00:01:21.150 --> 00:01:23.170 to wait a while longer. 00:01:23.170 --> 00:01:28.640 Still, the way things were going she would probably be taller when it was all said and 00:01:28.640 --> 00:01:29.640 done. 00:01:29.640 --> 00:01:34.060 During the time it had taken her to become this tall she had begun to notice that growing 00:01:34.060 --> 00:01:39.590 up is an altogether unpleasant thing that should be avoided at all costs, but alas time 00:01:39.590 --> 00:01:44.960 is a hard, stubborn thing, so Applebloom had no choice but to face the fact that she was 00:01:44.960 --> 00:01:49.780 no longer a filly, though she could not rightly be called a mare. 00:01:49.780 --> 00:01:54.760 She was in that odd place everypony ends up at at one point or another, inbetween places, 00:01:54.760 --> 00:01:56.290 and therefore nowhere at all. 00:01:56.290 --> 00:01:59.040 “Have you got your lunch?” 00:01:59.040 --> 00:02:00.820 Applejack, bit her bottom lip. 00:02:00.820 --> 00:02:01.820 “Yes.” 00:02:01.820 --> 00:02:04.160 “Have you got your apples seeds?” 00:02:04.160 --> 00:02:05.160 “Yes.” 00:02:05.160 --> 00:02:07.030 “Have you got your water?” 00:02:07.030 --> 00:02:08.030 “Yes.” 00:02:08.030 --> 00:02:09.360 Applebloom nodded a final time. 00:02:09.360 --> 00:02:15.349 Her sister patted her on the side, her face tense in that happy kind of way only older 00:02:15.349 --> 00:02:18.379 ponies seemed to be able to manage. 00:02:18.379 --> 00:02:23.300 Applebloom knew she was worried and she’d probably stay worried for quite a while, but 00:02:23.300 --> 00:02:24.939 it was time. 00:02:24.939 --> 00:02:29.319 All fillies went through it, with colts tossed in for good measure. 00:02:29.319 --> 00:02:35.299 For some it was a small change, one day they walked down the street and, with little or 00:02:35.299 --> 00:02:36.470 no warning, it happened. 00:02:36.470 --> 00:02:41.379 They crossed from one side to the other, or came to realize they’d arrived at their 00:02:41.379 --> 00:02:45.730 destination quite a long time ago, and had only just realized it. 00:02:45.730 --> 00:02:51.540 They were the lucky ones, for the rest of the ponies in-between it takes a bit more. 00:02:51.540 --> 00:02:55.010 They remain nowhere, unsure of where they’re going. 00:02:55.010 --> 00:03:00.409 This can be a scary thing, everypony wants to be somewhere. 00:03:00.409 --> 00:03:02.560 Wherever ‘there’ is. 00:03:02.560 --> 00:03:07.779 Applebloom looked at her flank, still as blank as the day she was born, and hoped that ‘there’ 00:03:07.779 --> 00:03:11.150 would be on the other side of the tracks stretching into the horizon. 00:03:11.150 --> 00:03:16.870 The ticket in her saddlebag suddenly felt very heavy. 00:03:16.870 --> 00:03:21.919 The weight of the words ‘One Way’ threatening to send her tumbling to the ground. 00:03:21.919 --> 00:03:27.230 But, she was an Apple, and Apple’s were a strong, hearty breed. 00:03:27.230 --> 00:03:32.930 She was honest, she was brave, she was smart and looking back at her sister she knew she 00:03:32.930 --> 00:03:34.319 was also loved. 00:03:34.319 --> 00:03:40.019 Back at home she had a brother and a grandmother waiting, they would see her off, and welcome 00:03:40.019 --> 00:03:44.459 her home, no matter what happened. 00:03:44.459 --> 00:03:50.180 Applebloom would certainly need to remember this, but doubly so in about sixty-five minutes. 00:03:50.180 --> 00:03:53.480 The clock read ten minutes past noon. 00:03:53.480 --> 00:03:55.309 This whole thing had been Scootaloo’s idea. 00:03:55.309 --> 00:04:00.379 Applebloom mused, her impulsive pegasus friend had told her, if she couldn’t find ‘somewhere’ 00:04:00.379 --> 00:04:04.819 here, then ‘somewhere’ must rightly be somewhere else. 00:04:04.819 --> 00:04:07.189 It only made sense. 00:04:07.189 --> 00:04:12.659 This was of course, very solid logic, or at least in the mind of Scootaloo, to whom logic 00:04:12.659 --> 00:04:15.030 was a tenuous friend at best. 00:04:15.030 --> 00:04:17.600 Still, she’d tried everything else. 00:04:17.600 --> 00:04:21.690 Sweetie Belle hadn’t thought it was a very good idea, but Sweetie Belle had recently 00:04:21.690 --> 00:04:26.480 found her way to the other side, a microphone adorning her flank. 00:04:26.480 --> 00:04:30.700 She was currently the prime act at the local theater several times a week. 00:04:30.700 --> 00:04:36.950 Applebloom did not want to be jealous of her friend, but had to admit she did feel a slight 00:04:36.950 --> 00:04:40.610 twinge of anger at not receiving hers. 00:04:40.610 --> 00:04:45.420 She knew it was wrong to feel that way, but feelings are seldom obedient things, always 00:04:45.420 --> 00:04:48.090 doing the opposite of what we may want them to. 00:04:48.090 --> 00:04:52.670 Like a particularly haughty cat who only wants you to pet it when you’re busy doing something 00:04:52.670 --> 00:04:53.770 else. 00:04:53.770 --> 00:05:00.550 So, driven a bit by pride, a bit by jealousy and perhaps, more than she wanted to admit, 00:05:00.550 --> 00:05:05.820 a bit by fear, she’d purchased the ticket, packed her bags, and told her family she was 00:05:05.820 --> 00:05:09.420 heading out to find that ‘somewhere’. 00:05:09.420 --> 00:05:11.120 She would return when she found it. 00:05:11.120 --> 00:05:15.050 But until then she would be away. 00:05:15.050 --> 00:05:18.980 Applejack had done the same in her youth, so they couldn’t rightly object. 00:05:18.980 --> 00:05:21.730 Not to say this stopped them from doing so. 00:05:21.730 --> 00:05:27.840 But, being an Apple, in addition to all the other things the title carried, she was stubborn. 00:05:27.840 --> 00:05:32.710 It was her aging Grandmother who’d relented first, after that her siblings had little 00:05:32.710 --> 00:05:35.270 choice but to agree and help her pack. 00:05:35.270 --> 00:05:42.330 So, with the ticket in her bag, and a slight dread in her stomach, she’d set off. 00:05:42.330 --> 00:05:48.460 Applejack, like many ponies was not very good at goodbyes, which is an irony considering 00:05:48.460 --> 00:05:49.850 the name. 00:05:49.850 --> 00:05:53.490 Applebloom, knowing this, kindly initiated with a hug. 00:05:53.490 --> 00:05:59.060 Her sister’s hooves were strong as always and felt terribly safe. 00:05:59.060 --> 00:06:02.120 For a moment she considered abandoning the whole thing and heading back home for a bit 00:06:02.120 --> 00:06:05.370 of cider and perhaps a cookie. 00:06:05.370 --> 00:06:07.620 But Apples don’t do anything halfway. 00:06:07.620 --> 00:06:13.990 If they did, they wouldn’t be Apples, and as sure as her tail was red she was an Apple. 00:06:13.990 --> 00:06:16.360 “Good luck, little sister.” 00:06:16.360 --> 00:06:17.720 Applebloom managed a small smile. 00:06:17.720 --> 00:06:19.880 “Thanks, I’ll see you soon.” 00:06:19.880 --> 00:06:22.870 Applejack managed a small one in return.“You’d better.” 00:06:22.870 --> 00:06:28.880 “All aboard!” called the porter, a rather wiry unicorn in a blue hat. 00:06:28.880 --> 00:06:30.300 “That’s my cue.” 00:06:30.300 --> 00:06:31.880 Appbloom, turned towards the train. 00:06:31.880 --> 00:06:35.950 “Tell Big Mac and Granny Smith I’ll send a letter when I get there.” 00:06:35.950 --> 00:06:38.950 “I sure will.....Goodbye Applebloom.” 00:06:38.950 --> 00:06:40.820 Applebloom was stuck for a moment. 00:06:40.820 --> 00:06:43.580 The words seemed so final. 00:06:43.580 --> 00:06:48.370 She instantly decided that the term ‘Goodbye’ was terribly named. 00:06:48.370 --> 00:06:50.470 “Goodbye Applejack.” 00:06:50.470 --> 00:06:55.680 So, Applebloom gave her ticket to the porter, who punched a little hole in it, and ushered 00:06:55.680 --> 00:06:57.340 her onto the train. 00:06:57.340 --> 00:07:01.870 She could just see over the heads of the ponies milling about the car as they packed up their 00:07:01.870 --> 00:07:05.070 luggage, directed foals and generally did busy things. 00:07:05.070 --> 00:07:10.850 They paid her little attention as she found her room in a car at the back of the caboose. 00:07:10.850 --> 00:07:17.760 A small window let in the sun, illuminating a very small bed and an even smaller nightstand. 00:07:17.760 --> 00:07:22.170 She couldn’t help but think the bed looked terribly uncomfortable, compared to her much 00:07:22.170 --> 00:07:24.890 larger, much softer one back home. 00:07:24.890 --> 00:07:31.210 Though the train had not yet left the station, it suddenly felt terribly far away. 00:07:31.210 --> 00:07:33.650 The clock read half past noon. 00:07:33.650 --> 00:07:40.030 Applebloom sat her saddlebag on the floor next to the bed. 00:07:40.030 --> 00:07:45.060 It should now be noted that this saddlebag contained several things, but most importantly 00:07:45.060 --> 00:07:51.400 her lunch, which consisted of a hay sandwich apples slices and some water, along with what 00:07:51.400 --> 00:07:56.139 was always carried by Apples, a bag of apple seeds. 00:07:56.139 --> 00:08:00.640 Applejack was quite right to make sure Applebloom did not forget these items in particular, 00:08:00.640 --> 00:08:03.389 and she would do well to keep them in mind. 00:08:03.389 --> 00:08:07.610 The train’s whistle blared shrilly through the air signaling their departure from the 00:08:07.610 --> 00:08:09.180 station. 00:08:09.180 --> 00:08:14.730 She felt the floor shudder a bit as the conductor coaxed the engine to life. 00:08:14.730 --> 00:08:19.390 Applebloom looked out her window as they pulled forwards, and saw ponyville slowly getting 00:08:19.390 --> 00:08:20.860 smaller in the distance. 00:08:20.860 --> 00:08:23.570 There was no turning back now. 00:08:23.570 --> 00:08:29.630 It has been stated, round about one thousand one hundred and two words ago that there was 00:08:29.630 --> 00:08:35.060 nothing remarkable about the station which Applebloom just left, nor the trains it housed, 00:08:35.060 --> 00:08:40.840 while this is technically true there was indeed something remarkable about the tracks. 00:08:40.840 --> 00:08:46.640 This remarkable thing is that they lead through the Everfree forest, which is a wholly remarkable 00:08:46.640 --> 00:08:48.360 place. 00:08:48.360 --> 00:08:53.830 The clock read a quarter to one in the afternoon. 00:08:53.830 --> 00:08:58.640 Applebloom layed her head down as ponyville finally vanished into the horizon. 00:08:58.640 --> 00:09:04.920 She was right, the bed was terribly uncomfortable, but it would have to do. 00:09:04.920 --> 00:09:09.310 She thought about where she was heading, and realized she couldn’t even remember the 00:09:09.310 --> 00:09:10.310 town’s name. 00:09:10.310 --> 00:09:16.030 It was on the ticket stub in her bag, she hadn’t taken much time to look at it. 00:09:16.030 --> 00:09:20.300 When she’d gotten home to pack it away she’d put it away in the deepest pocket under the 00:09:20.300 --> 00:09:24.030 water, the apples seeds and the sandwich, hidden like a secret. 00:09:24.030 --> 00:09:29.290 She hadn’t even bothered to give it a look when she’d given it to the porter. 00:09:29.290 --> 00:09:33.710 Either because she hadn’t thought about it, or because she didn’t want to. 00:09:33.710 --> 00:09:37.450 If she studied it for too long it might change her mind. 00:09:37.450 --> 00:09:40.130 She didn’t want that. 00:09:40.130 --> 00:09:41.920 Did she? 00:09:41.920 --> 00:09:43.420 Applebloom felt terribly unsure. 00:09:43.420 --> 00:09:47.840 But it was far too late now, far, far too late. 00:09:47.840 --> 00:09:50.210 She needed to find somewhere to be. 00:09:50.210 --> 00:09:52.770 She was sick of being somewhere inbetween. 00:09:52.770 --> 00:10:00.180 There was a small chiming sound as the clock in Appleblooms bag struck one in the afternoon. 00:10:00.180 --> 00:10:05.920 The casual observer might note that it sounded slightly off key, and a great deal louder 00:10:05.920 --> 00:10:09.020 than any small clock has the right to sound. 00:10:09.020 --> 00:10:12.800 But Applebloom is not the casual observer. 00:10:12.800 --> 00:10:19.050 The cabin suddenly grew dark as the train passed beneath the dense foliage of the Everfree 00:10:19.050 --> 00:10:20.480 Forest. 00:10:20.480 --> 00:10:26.510 Small flecks of light spilled from in between the leaves, painting the cabin in spots. 00:10:26.510 --> 00:10:30.840 Applebloom was distracted from her thoughts for a moment by how pretty it looked. 00:10:30.840 --> 00:10:35.150 They raced by, changing constantly as the train moved. 00:10:35.150 --> 00:10:38.790 Despite herself she smiled. 00:10:38.790 --> 00:10:43.410 Suddenly Applebloom felt herself being drawn forwards, she stumbled a bit. 00:10:43.410 --> 00:10:45.410 The train was slowing. 00:10:45.410 --> 00:10:51.390 She found this odd with good reason, as the station wasn’t do for another few hours. 00:10:51.390 --> 00:10:56.530 She heard the clicking of plates from the dining car as they shifted around and the 00:10:56.530 --> 00:11:00.310 heavy thuds of luggage falling from the overhead racks. 00:11:00.310 --> 00:11:03.140 Something was wrong. 00:11:03.140 --> 00:11:06.380 Applebloom looked around her cabin, wondering what she ought to do. 00:11:06.380 --> 00:11:11.950 A mare might wait in their car until the somepony came to alert them that to what was amiss, 00:11:11.950 --> 00:11:14.020 or the train started up again. 00:11:14.020 --> 00:11:17.960 But Applebloom was not a mare, not quite yet in anycase. 00:11:17.960 --> 00:11:21.490 She still had that bit of filly curiosity that led her to peek her head out of the door, 00:11:21.490 --> 00:11:26.080 and stare into the abandoned car which lay waiting outside. 00:11:26.080 --> 00:11:27.450 She gasped. 00:11:27.450 --> 00:11:30.250 There was nopony anywhere to be seen. 00:11:30.250 --> 00:11:36.740 Where only minutes ago there had been bustling activity, now there was nothing but silence. 00:11:36.740 --> 00:11:41.490 Luggage lay in various states of disarray on the floors and chairs, covered in the spots 00:11:41.490 --> 00:11:43.650 of light from the tree line. 00:11:43.650 --> 00:11:48.270 The whole car looked like it was trying to dress up as a cheetah for nightmare night. 00:11:48.270 --> 00:11:52.680 Which is quite a bit more frightening than it sounds when one is facing it alone in the 00:11:52.680 --> 00:11:56.720 middle of a train which had been fully occupied only moments before. 00:11:56.720 --> 00:12:00.130 They must have gone to their rooms, she thought. 00:12:00.130 --> 00:12:05.410 Yes, that’s got to be it, there’s simply no other explanation. 00:12:05.410 --> 00:12:10.130 She nodded to herself, this made quite a lot more sense than what a small panicky voice 00:12:10.130 --> 00:12:12.290 in the back of her head was saying. 00:12:12.290 --> 00:12:18.550 Being not quite a filly, she decided to hush this voice, and listen to the sensible option. 00:12:18.550 --> 00:12:23.930 She grabbed her saddlebag and walked through the passenger car until she came to a door, 00:12:23.930 --> 00:12:26.510 she raised a hoof and knocked twice. 00:12:26.510 --> 00:12:27.510 “Hello? 00:12:27.510 --> 00:12:28.770 Is anypony in there? 00:12:28.770 --> 00:12:31.030 It seems there’s somethin’ wrong.” 00:12:31.030 --> 00:12:33.540 She waited, but there was no answer. 00:12:33.540 --> 00:12:37.590 The silence seemed incredibly loud. 00:12:37.590 --> 00:12:39.130 She knocked again. 00:12:39.130 --> 00:12:40.130 “Hello?” 00:12:40.130 --> 00:12:42.490 Still no answer. 00:12:42.490 --> 00:12:47.730 She tried the door, to find that it was open, sliding it back she found that the inside 00:12:47.730 --> 00:12:50.160 was just as empty as out. 00:12:50.160 --> 00:12:51.160 “Okay...” 00:12:51.160 --> 00:12:57.370 She ignored the fact she was talking to herself, as worried ponies are prone to do. 00:12:57.370 --> 00:12:58.370 “Must just be an unbooked cabin’ yeah..that’s it.” 00:12:58.370 --> 00:13:04.460 She walked, then trotted, then galloped around the train, knocking on various doors, only 00:13:04.460 --> 00:13:09.490 to find the other rooms as empty as the first. 00:13:09.490 --> 00:13:14.330 Applebloom was starting to very much doubt that her previous answer was infact ‘it’. 00:13:14.330 --> 00:13:15.391 The conductor, she thought. 00:13:15.391 --> 00:13:20.880 He had to still be here...otherwise who would have stopped the train? 00:13:20.880 --> 00:13:25.520 She galloped, quite a bit faster than is classically polite, to the conductors booth. 00:13:25.520 --> 00:13:30.399 It was behind a large green door, which looked quite a bit less cheerily painted in the light 00:13:30.399 --> 00:13:32.770 from the forest. 00:13:32.770 --> 00:13:36.612 Applebloom was quite thoroughly sick of knocking, and ripped the door open as quickly as she 00:13:36.612 --> 00:13:38.610 could. 00:13:38.610 --> 00:13:45.390 Thick moss and foliage spilled out into the car, she fell back onto her rump, pushed back 00:13:45.390 --> 00:13:47.490 by the sheer mass of it. 00:13:47.490 --> 00:13:54.279 Flowers sprouted everywhere in every color, making the train look downright drab by comparison. 00:13:54.279 --> 00:13:58.089 Applebloom let out a yelp, scooting back quickly. 00:13:58.089 --> 00:14:04.200 The inside of of the booth was dark, she couldn’t see past the door, a deep voice, like the 00:14:04.200 --> 00:14:08.610 sound of pennies dropping on a hollow floor echoed outwards. 00:14:08.610 --> 00:14:12.540 “Yes?” it asked politely. 00:14:12.540 --> 00:14:15.410 Applebloom opened and closed her mouth a few times. 00:14:15.410 --> 00:14:16.410 “Well? 00:14:16.410 --> 00:14:18.709 What are you bothering me about?” 00:14:18.709 --> 00:14:23.230 “I-I....what....how...where are we?” 00:14:23.230 --> 00:14:24.730 “Somewhere. 00:14:24.730 --> 00:14:28.300 That’s where you wanted to go isn’t it? 00:14:28.300 --> 00:14:29.300 This is your stop.” 00:14:29.300 --> 00:14:30.300 “N-no! 00:14:30.300 --> 00:14:31.790 This isn’t my stop! 00:14:31.790 --> 00:14:35.130 I’m going...” she realized she had forgotten. 00:14:35.130 --> 00:14:36.600 “Um...one moment.” 00:14:36.600 --> 00:14:39.100 she remembered the ticket stubs. 00:14:39.100 --> 00:14:42.800 Applebloom bucked off her saddlebag, and fished through it until she found the small piece 00:14:42.800 --> 00:14:44.240 of paper. 00:14:44.240 --> 00:14:46.380 “Here” she grabbed it in her mouth. 00:14:46.380 --> 00:14:47.380 “This is where I’m going.” 00:14:47.380 --> 00:14:52.290 She resisted the urge to pull back as a large vine curled forward and wrapped around the 00:14:52.290 --> 00:14:53.290 ticket. 00:14:53.290 --> 00:14:55.480 It held it up to the darkness for a moment. 00:14:55.480 --> 00:14:57.580 “Yep, there it is.” 00:14:57.580 --> 00:15:00.610 The vine hovered in front of her nose. 00:15:00.610 --> 00:15:01.610 “Somewhere.” 00:15:01.610 --> 00:15:06.399 Sure enough, now embossed in bright gold letters, were the words ‘Somewhere’ printed in 00:15:06.399 --> 00:15:07.399 fancy type. 00:15:07.399 --> 00:15:10.980 “B-but that wasn’t on there when I bought it!” 00:15:10.980 --> 00:15:14.040 Applebloom got the strangest impression the collection of vines was shrugging. 00:15:14.040 --> 00:15:15.410 “Not my problem.” 00:15:15.410 --> 00:15:19.520 “Well I reckon it is your problem....whatever you are! 00:15:19.520 --> 00:15:21.350 Where is everypony anyway? 00:15:21.350 --> 00:15:24.090 There were other passengers besides’ me. 00:15:24.090 --> 00:15:26.830 They certainly weren’t headin’ for ‘Somewhere’!” 00:15:26.830 --> 00:15:28.750 “Well of course not.” said the darkness. 00:15:28.750 --> 00:15:29.970 “This is your stop. 00:15:29.970 --> 00:15:32.160 They’ve all got their own stops. 00:15:32.160 --> 00:15:37.160 Now, please disembark, be sure to give us a good review, and avoid the Unsure.” 00:15:37.160 --> 00:15:38.690 Applebloom was confused. 00:15:38.690 --> 00:15:41.240 “B-but what happened to them!? 00:15:41.240 --> 00:15:44.300 Where am I supposed to go!? 00:15:44.300 --> 00:15:46.110 And what the heck are you!?” 00:15:46.110 --> 00:15:47.959 “I’m your conductor,Have a safe journey.” 00:15:47.959 --> 00:15:50.550 The door shut with a decisive click. 00:15:50.550 --> 00:15:54.839 “Wait!” Applebloom tried to open the door again, only to find it stuck fast. 00:15:54.839 --> 00:15:56.980 “You come back here right now! 00:15:56.980 --> 00:15:59.820 I’m not gettin’ off here I tell you! 00:15:59.820 --> 00:16:01.240 This isn’t my stop!” 00:16:01.240 --> 00:16:02.269 There was no answer. 00:16:02.269 --> 00:16:03.269 “Fine!” 00:16:03.269 --> 00:16:04.269 Applebloom yelled. 00:16:04.269 --> 00:16:06.710 “I’ll just sit here till you start the train up again. 00:16:06.710 --> 00:16:08.300 See how you like that!” 00:16:08.300 --> 00:16:10.660 Applebloom sat down stubbornly. 00:16:10.660 --> 00:16:16.050 There was the sound of rattling leaves, or perhaps a sigh from behind the door. 00:16:16.050 --> 00:16:20.770 Suddenly the floorboard lifted upwards at almost exactly seventy degrees. 00:16:20.770 --> 00:16:26.290 Applebloom went tumbling end over end as the side of the train opened like a giant mouth. 00:16:26.290 --> 00:16:30.410 She was roughly deposited on the mossy ground of the forest. 00:16:30.410 --> 00:16:31.410 “Wh..wha? 00:16:31.410 --> 00:16:32.410 Hey!” 00:16:32.410 --> 00:16:35.040 She was drowned out by the sound of the engines starting again. 00:16:35.040 --> 00:16:38.920 The train began to move forwards. 00:16:38.920 --> 00:16:42.300 Applebloom was on her hooves and chasing it before she even realized. 00:16:42.300 --> 00:16:43.300 “Wait! 00:16:43.300 --> 00:16:44.339 This ain’t my stop! 00:16:44.339 --> 00:16:47.190 You let me back on right now! 00:16:47.190 --> 00:16:48.190 You hear!?” 00:16:48.190 --> 00:16:50.320 The train did not hear. 00:16:50.320 --> 00:16:56.760 It sped up, and though she chased it valiantly it soon outpaced her, and she was left staring 00:16:56.760 --> 00:17:00.779 at the caboose as it pulled off in the darkness of the Forest. 00:17:00.779 --> 00:17:03.120 Soon she was left staring down the tracks. 00:17:03.120 --> 00:17:04.780 All alone. 00:17:04.780 --> 00:17:06.439 “C-...Come back...” 00:17:06.439 --> 00:17:12.390 “Remember beware the Unsure!” echoed back after a few minutes.