64 suddenly halts, his beady eyes staring at a gap in the cooing pink wall. He takes a bow, and runs as fast as he can between the legs of the insipid doppelgangers, running for the void rimming the mirror Ponyville. He meets up with the party…
Enchanted by the remarkably silly dance (mostly the butt thrusting), the Pinkies don’t even look up as Applejack runs towards the emptiness at the edge of town…
I run as fast as my hooves can take me, outside the mirror Ponyville. I didn’t want to go back to those traitors. And I sure as hay wasn’t going to let them catch me.