She took two steps towards the door and then stopped.  Although she had no clear recollection of the event, she had been controlled by Queen Chrysalis once, and it had turned her into little more than a zombie pony, only able to do her puppeteer’s bidding.  What if some kind of magic was affecting Dale the same way?  Maybe Twilight would be able to help.  She’d figured out how to beat the changeling drones, after all, and mental illnesses usually required a unicorn to fix—if they could be fixed.