A shambling form enters the room, the rest of the rope that Applebloom was carrying around its neck like a leash. She might be without her trademark Stetson, but you could tell it was Applejack that was standing there, drooling and slightly cross-eyed. It wasn't just her hat she was missing-the entire top of her head was missing, brain and all. She stood there, swaying from side to side, and muttering the same word periodically.