Scene from Chapter 63 of Fine Print. Roseluck comes to save the day.  
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“Rose swerved, screeching up onto the sidewalk on that side. A car coming the other way slammed on their breaks, then started honking. But Rose ignored it, practically falling out the driver’s side.
 
“You made it!” she said, stumbling towards Tracy. She wrapped those strange, gangly arms around his neck and pulled him into a hug.
 
Ponies were little. She’d never noticed before, crossing as quickly as she did. No wonder Janet had been able to carry him down to the office. “You are so… so stupid,” she whimpered, fighting back tears. “I told you not to go!”
 
“I know…” he said. Rarely had she heard a pony sound so unbelievably exhausted, barely even standing. “How’d you get here?”