With the loud, sharp clack of a crash bar, one of the school's front doors burst open. Sunset Shimmer rocketed out of the building and down the stoop toward them, skidding to a stop at the last moment. "You're both here!" she panted, relief clear in her tone and her face. "Cook, this is Rose. Rose, Cook." She tugged nervously with one hand on the leather vest that half-covered the vivid T-shirt emblazoned with her roiling-sun mark; the jeans and high-tops below were worn but presentable. Her other hand clutched the straps of a bulging bookbag slung over that shoulder.