        Twilight opened her eyes.  It was nearly sunrise, and she was completely disoriented.  She often had vivid dreams, dreams which made her chuckle upon waking—but this was a memory.  The sight of her full-grown foreleg stretched just in front of her muzzle had been briefly disorienting.  Still, it awoke more recent memories.  The conundrum of Trixie is still weighing heavily on her mind, and she is sure that there are pieces of the puzzle that are just beyond her grasp—maybe they aren’t missing, maybe their shape was just unclear.