The mare turned her head over towards one of the windows that was uncovered from its curtains and she stared upon the moon with her crimson red rims. The feeling of being incomplete boiled up in her. A feeling that started to chew on everything she still was. Of course she had everything that her heart could desire to have. But Rarity knew that the illness wouldn't keep her hidden forever. What she needed was interacting with others, interaction with the living to be exact. To be even more precise, with her friends.