Slowly, Rarity awoke to the intense pounding of a ticking clock beside her. The bed was strange, foreign, not her own nor the one in Sunny’s. The ticking of the clock wasn’t subtle, much like her travel clock. Her eyes struggled to grab onto anything, and following her ears, she looked to the table beside the massive bed. The face was round, white background with black numbers. The arms were also black, but had a strange, dim green glow to them so they stood out in the darkness.