Meanwhile, Twilight headed to the train station, trying her luck once again. When she arrived from above and saw a platform completely devoid of vehicles, she considered just sort of... flying along the tracks. Fly and fly for hours, until her alicorn body would give up on her. A five hour ride translated into pure analogical flight was nonsensical, really. She knew it’d take her almost a whole day of batting her wings nonstop. She’d collapse from exhaustion long before reaching the halfway point.