Sweetie Belle maneuvered herself in complete silence through the grand bedroom of the building. Yet the fear of her sister just waking up like that was always present within her. It made her heart beat faster and time appeared to be even slower than usual for her. With a couple elegant steps and hops had she made her way over to the closed drawer. Much to her own luck was the key still stuck in the lock it just as Scootaloo left it when they made their departure. Good thing she didn't woke up, yet, she thought to herself after she looked over the bed. Then her eyes lowered themselves and she gazed over the journal she had grown to hate.