As if on cue, the door to the library swung open with the force of a powerful gust of wind. Pinkie drove her demonic vehicle inside with a grin on her face. Her mane was still a complete mess and she looked exhausted and haggard, like she was slowly losing her grip on real life and delving into a world fuelled by her own desires, caving into desire and obsession like nopony they had ever seen before. 