Lucky removed a stone from one of the empty planter-boxes and used it to weigh down the note so that it was on the ground, directly visible to anypony entering the room from outside. I’m sorry, Lightning Dust, but this is bigger than me. We need to know who built this thing, and why. If I leave now, I might never get to come back. But she didn’t write that part, couldn’t with Flurry Heart looking over her shoulder the whole time.