Balloons. A bright flash of color, a rainbow. A small blue box tucked into a corner. A grinding whirring sound startles the amassed group of ponies, each one holding a small box or bag. A loud rambunctious pony trots over to the source of the noise, the small blue box, and nudges the door open, her rainbow mane flying backwards from a sudden burst of wind from inside the box.
"Ah, hello!" calls out a cheery voice from inside and a large brown colt trots out, his spikey brown mane sticking in all directions.
"Well this is new," he remarks, glancing in all directions around the room, "But rather like the time when I was in a picture. Rose come out! It doesn't look dangerous!"
"You sure about that?" asks a pink pony who has just galloped out of the box, "Cause a lot of the time when you say somethin' doesn't look dangerous it is."
"What harm can ponies do?" he scoffs, "Well…. Actually quite a lot…. Well actually…. A lot… What's your name?" He notices the rainbow pony as she starts to edge away.
"Rainbow Dash and who are you mister?"
"I'm the Doctor and this is Rose. Where are we exactly?"
"You're in Equestria."
"Fantastic!"