Thoughts of utter madness crossed her mind every so often while only one conclusion was drawn. That same conclusion came no matter which angle she faced the problem. "She needs to be released and I need to pray for my dear life," mumbled Rarity to herself and just finished the glass. The after taste she had in her mouth was sublime to say the least. "Hm, what year was that to begin with?" she spoke up curiously and turned herself around. The unicorn went looking for the bottle which still stood in the living room.