It was in the early evening. Fluttershy was at Ponyville's coffee shop, talking with the local Barista.

"…and that's about all that happened yesterday," Fluttershy finished, "I-I hope you liked it…"

"It was quite a story," The Barista smiled, "Hey, has anyone seen that Pie character?"

"Pinkie?" Fluttershy thought, "I'm sorry, but I… don't think I have lately…"

"Nobody's seen her in a week," The Barista noted, "Everypony's worried that she might've accidentally turned Rainbow Dash into cupcakes or something."

"Pinkie? Turned Dash into Cupcakes?" Fluttershy raised an eyebrow, "Sounds like a bad novel. Plus, I saw Rainbow Dash attempting another Sonic Rainboom two hours ago."

"Yeah, so did I," The Barista sighed.

"I… I better check up on her," Fluttershy trotted off.

The Barista smiled at her concern, then slapped a grey Pegasus trying to get at the muffins.

Fluttershy walked into Sugarcube Corner later that night, to find that Pinkie was not there. Instead, Mr. Cake sat at the counter, a stoic expression on his face. Fluttershy walked up to the counter.

"Um… excuse me… but um…" Fluttershy started.

"If you're looking for Pinkie," Mr. Cake pointed, "She's in her room. She's not feeling like herself right now, but hopefully, you can cheer her up."

"Um… okay…" Fluttershy squeaked, walking to Pinkie's room.

To her surprise, the room was dark. Shades were drawn, and Pinkie lied on her bed. Her hair had turned straight and limp, and her eyes were slightly red from what must've been hours of crying. Pinkie turned to Fluttershy with a very much unhappy expression.

"What do you want?" Pinkie growled.

"Um… I-I'm sorry for disturbing you," Fluttershy stuttered, "B-but nobody's seen you in a few days, so I thought I'd c-check on you."

"I'm fine," Pinkie replied, "Just having a hard time right now."

"Um… about what?" Fluttershy asked.

"…Do you notice anyone missing?"

Fluttershy looked around, then shrugged her shoulders.

"Gummy's gone," Pinkie pointed out.

"Gone? W-where?" Fluttershy asked.

"To the swamp in the sky," Pinkie replied.

"Oh. I'm … sorry."

"No you're not!" Pinkie snapped, startling Fluttershy, "You've never lost a loved one! You wouldn't know what it's like."

Fluttershy trotted over and placed a hoof on her shoulder.

"Funny enough," Fluttershy replied, "I do. Because I have."

Pinkie turned to her with a confused expression.

"Back in Cloudsdale before I met Rainbow Dash," Fluttershy began her story, "I had a brother named Shooting Star. He aspired to reach the skies above Cloudsdale, the stars Luna controlled every night. There was one day he actually managed to do so."

"Really?"

"Yes. It was a warm summer day when Shooting Star had finished his favorite breakfast, peanut-butter toast, and was practicing. He tried flying higher and higher as usual. I watched him fly further up then ever before, and watched with fascination. He finally had reached his dream of flying among the stars."

"…Sounds good…"

"Unfortunately, as it turns out, he wound up fitting his name moreso then I wanted him too."

"What?"

"You see, Twilight calls shooting stars falling pieces of debris. And Shooting Star… well…"

"…Oh," Pinkie looked down.

"…It's alright. I met Rainbow Dash soon after and something about her felt like Shooting Star. I still remember him, his birthday, his favorite foods, and his hopes and dreams." Fluttershy looked out the window, "Oh. Look. It's morning."

"So it is," Pinkie got up, "So, what do you want for breakfast?"

"Peanut Butter Toast?" Fluttershy asked, "That is, if you don't mind."

Pinkie smiled for the first time in a week.

"Yeah. That does sound nice."