On the main floor, Twilight Sparkle lay surrounded by notes and lists.  Early in the night, she’d been forced to move off her small desk after an avalanche of research materials made it untenable.  Scattered books were occasionally stacked or reshelved by Owlowiscious.  To her left was the small pile of notes which she had compiled after Lyra’s first meeting with the creature.  To her right lay the books which she hoped held the answers to the thousands of questions that vied for her attention.