Rarity set off to the kitchen to prepare more tea, and the visit simply carried on. Seconds to minutes, minutes to hours, the passage of time seemed warped to Rainbow as she stumbled through the darkness of her mind. What was once a bright field, lit by the sun provided by Scootaloo's words, was now a barren wasteland under a merciless fireball, the single guilty soul left to wander its breadth. Sounds from the outside world would come to her from time to time; idle chatter between Rarity and Luna, concerned phrases about her own well-being, questions about how things had come to be. She couldn't bring herself to answer, thankfully each question being tackled by Luna and Reaper. To what effectiveness, the pegasus wasn't sure.