Then Pinkie Pie was gone. It wasn’t an unusual occurrence for her pink friend, but still, it would have been nice if either of them had waited for her. She trotted up the steps to Thomas’ shop, the doors still locked from when the sheriff had locked them the night prior on Thomas’ behalf. The CLOSED sign hung in one of the glass planes. Walking around the building, she found a neat little driveway with two long wheel tracks going along the side. If Twilight had to guess by the many scraps along the side of the human’s shop, his vehicle barely fit in the gap.