It was late in the evening when Twilight and Fluttershy finally returned to the Golden Oaks library that doubled as Twilight's apartment. The two ponies walked inside the familiar space, the books sat on their shelves; sorted by subject, then year, then alphabetically. The familiar purple futon was in its bed form with fresh sheets and pillows neatly folded on top waiting to facilitate a pony's descent into slumber.  A small nightstand was next to the bed with a solitary vase containing three yellow tulips.