The sun lowered itself once again behind the hills of Canterlot in a slow and gentle manner. It toppled the land once again over into the grasp of darkness. The perfect time for monsters to reveal themselves to the land and roam around the quiet streets of the towns it carried. Twilight had removed herself out of her laboratory and could be found within the walls of her bedroom. The mare sat on her bed with her eyes just gazing out of the window. She watched over the world like a protector and the boutique that was owned by the pony where the mare had set her mind on. One way or the other, she would get the truth out of her. If she would like that what she would hear, was question number two. But for the moment was she waiting. Waiting for the right time to play her act.