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Ah…. That was quite a mouth full, though it was defiantly worth reciting wasn't it boys and girls? Sorry for the pause in the story, I know you're all eager beavers who can't wait for the next part but you got to slow down and take a break. Too much excitement is bad for you, then again though; maybe that's what gets you all excited if you get what I'm saying.

In any case this is just a short break between the story, to ask you all a few questions, and at the same time get your noggins thinking.

Tell me what you guys think so far; is this story satisfactory for my first time at the Golden Playhouse?

I hope so, because the boss is certainly good at writing this stuff, I just can't wait to see what happens next, and I'm the one reciting it.

Derpy, Derpy, you needa take more initiative girl. The Doctor isn't exactly the sharpest knife in the kitchen if you catch my drift. At least your heart is in the right place girl though, don't you dare let that stallion get away. You only meet a guy like that once in a lifetime if you're lucky.

Speaking of little Doctor Whooves, what oh what will happen to you. Has anyone made the connection yet between why the Doctor and all those other stallions are suffering these nightmares? They seem like honest ponies that have done almost nothing wrong in their life. But we all know that just because you throw on a halo and wear wings, doesn't make you an angel at heart.

I'm sure some of you will know right off the bat at what's going on, others will take a while.

Now I have a question for you ladies out there, do you think the Doctor will come out of the box and confess his still hidden feelings for that lovely mare he calls assistant? I hope so, nothing gets my heart warmer then when a stallion man's up and expresses his feelings, and there isn't anything stronger than that all you boys out there, so take that lesson to heart.

Speaking of lesson, aint the questions that mysterious voice is asking strange or what? What's the difference between what is paradise to you, does it matter who you bring to an abandoned island with you? I never did like riddles; they always killed the fun of just enjoying an answer.

Boy oh boy all this is making me nauseous, and speaking of being nauseous, tell me you all got the chills when that Derpy came out of the darkness like that. She gave me the creeps the way she looked all mummified. Yet everything our little writer does is for a reason, I think he's using a lotta symbolism in this tale.

I think we can all gander as to why Derpy is all skeletal and wearing notepad papers in place of skin.

But at the same time, you can't help but feel sorry for that thing, the way she called out to the Doctor, oh she brought a tear to my eye every time she called him. I can't bear to hear myself beg for my loverboy to slow down and wait for me in that position. Though I don't blame the Doctor for running the way he did, I think we all hope that he slows down and realizes that what he sees is his assistant, and only his assistant.

Those eyes though, I wonder what would happen if those eyes were completely different than what he saw them as. Why was it only the voice and Eyes that were similar to him and everything else was different?

Come on boys and girls use those heads of yours, or don't –chuckle-

Either way, when I finish this story I will reveal all these questions. Now give me a moment, I need a bit of a refresher. A quick glass of Champaign ought to do the trick for me. You should all grab a quick drink and stretch yourselves. Because we have only JUST begun to tell this lovely story.