To illustrate her point, some bones fly out of the door, rattling spookily as they land. She looks up at you pleadingly. You agree to help her, and stuff her head in your empty mailbag.. She says something but you can't hear her very well. Well, one last delivery, on the house for a good friend! You fly away as a bear enters the cottage. Twilight was a nice pony. She's always happy to see you