With a quick flap of her wings, she darted towards the familiar farm, feeling the gentle tug of an ethereal wind on her body as she moved through the air. A wondrous feeling, filled with the joy of flight... Even as a ghost, flying's still fun... c'mon, Scootaloo, be positive! There're worse fates after death than being a ghost! With a quick smirk, she watched her target close in. The barn roof quickly closed the gap with her, and another flap of her wings granted her a gentle landing on it. Her eyes moved over the empty field, raising an eyebrow, Weird... isn't Applejack usually out here with Big Macintosh, tending the farm? She poked her head down through the roof of the barn, looking around.