Braeburn was still contemplating the advice that Big Macintosh gave him. He was still not sure what to make of it however.

"Could it really be as simple as walking up to her and…and just asking?" he thought. "What would she think? What would she say? How would she react to me just outright asking her to marry me?" These questions hit his mind like bullets fired from a gun. They came in droves, each sending a chill down his spine. He couldn't believe himself, he was experiencing a nervous breakdown over a mare.

His conscious snapped at him, "What did you think would happen? You're in love with her!"

It wasn't helping.

He thought of himself stuttering over his words and sounding like an idiot. The idea of him standing there embarrassed, with a stupid look on his face in front of the one pony that made his head whirl in pure emotion made him cringe. He paced back in forth in front of his shop, thinking of ways to prevent himself from blowing the one chance he had. He rattled his brain with possible solutions, but to no avail. Finally with a sigh of frustration, he told himself not to worry, at least he had a few more weeks to think it over.

Ditzy was repacking her things to move back in with Braeburn. The whole morning she had a beaming smile, it reminded her of the ones the nurses displayed the day before. She was delighted, and she wasn't going to let anything ruin her day. With that state of mind, she set out towards the train station, this time flying softly with the breeze. Not in a rush, she glided peacefully above the ground, not fighting the wind, but rather moving along with it. At that moment, she knew that everything was right, in perfect order, the way it should be.

The approaching winter chill set a tranquil mood as the season changed, and Ditzy was careful, conscious of the small being she harbored. She still held the shock from receiving the news yesterday, but a single thought kept reassuring her.

"Everything happens for a reason." She said aloud, smiling. And herself being a mother was no exception. She couldn't believe it, she experienced countless disappointments as far back as she could remember. The heartless remarks of others, her own mother never being around, and even seeing herself as a complete failure, not to mention the death of her only friend. But now, for some strange reason, an undeniable spark of happiness in an ocean of depression made her life change. No longer did she cringe at cruel insults. She didn't seem to forget anything anymore. After years of praying to whatever might be out there watching over her, there came Braeburn. He was the only thing that kept her tethered to reality. But that tether wasn't weak. No, it was far from it, his love for her welded Ditzy firmly away from any despair.

But before she met Braeburn, she thought about it, suicide. She contemplated it, weighing other options that seem to overshadow it. Thinking that whatever lay beyond the plain of existence was worth a few short moments of pain. A fall from a few hundred feet, or maybe a sudden leap in front of a train. She used to hate herself, unsure why she was ever thrust into this world. There was apparently no use for her, she thought. A retarded, gray Pegasus with an almost bleached-blonde mane. A cutie mark that never made any goddamn sense to her. She would try to look towards the "bright side of life" but it didn't help. She imagined herself as a mistake, the result of her mother being too poor to afford a proper abortion. Her mother, she was never around. Most likely ashamed and disgusted of her offspring, Ditzy thought.

She never thought of herself as anything but a failure.

"Ditzy."

Ditzy opened her eyes. She was on the train. Time seemed to have skipped from when she was flying. The chilly skies were replaced with the warm interior of a boxcar, even though the windows still held the winter's cold. The seats, old and somewhat worn, a few patches here and there, failing to cover up tears in the vinyl. She looked around, searching for the origin of the voice that called her name. It wasn't long before she saw her. It wasn't possible, yet she was there.

"Raindrops?" Ditzy was able to weakly say as tears came to her eyes.

"Hi Ditzy." Raindrops replied, a knowing smile appearing.

Ditzy lunged forward, and hugged her friend. She was really there, her coat, her mane, the feathers of her wings. They were all there. Ditzy couldn't believe it, this wasn't some deranged mirage that rooted itself into her consciousness. They held each other for what felt like ages, Raindrops light blue mane soaking Ditzy's tears, and her embrace healing any wounds her heart still suffered from.

"Ditzy." Raindrops said.

Ditzy looked up, her cheeks stained with tears of joy.

Raindrops held her hooves. "I'm so happy for you, you're going to be a wonderful mother." She said with smile. However, it quickly faded, a short, awkward pause following before she spoke again. "But, there is one thing."

Ditzy's expression changed from happiness to worry and confusion.

"Your foal is going to be...well, different. Don't worry, you're going to have a smart, healthy foal, but things will be different. I can't tell you much now, but I can say this. Look toward the future, but never forget your past." Raindrops continued.

She noticed Ditzy's worried look and said, "Now listen, there's nothing to be worried about, trust me. I'm always here for you, just because you can't see me doesn't mean I'm not watching out for you."

Silence followed. Ditzy looked up, understanding, a slight smile reappearing, Raindrops following suit.

Her ear twitched, acknowledging a noise Ditzy herself couldn't hear. She looked towards the sky, "I have to go now." She turned back to Ditzy, her smile unaffected "But look out for me! We'll meet again!"

Suddenly, the entire train was plunged in water, the air was knocked out of Ditzy's lungs and the bubbles of air surrounded her.

She awoke, gasping for air, suffering from a splitting headache. Raindrop's words rang in her head

"...never forget your past." They were clear as anything.

A cold bead of sweat ran down the back of her neck, announcing her return to reality. The ringing in her ears subsided, and she realized she was sitting in the train. It was quiet, the only sounds being the faint chorus of wheels moving along the track and the distant conversations of other passengers. The antique heaters in the car sputtered occasionally. It took her a moment to piece together the events that had just unfolded.

Of course it was dream. Raindrops couldn't have been there but, it just felt so real to her. Everything about her was in place. Then she remembered something about Raindrops, there was a scar on her forehead.

Ditzy felt a chill run down her spine as the event revealed itself in her mind. Realization hit, and she knew that she had just been visited by her dead friend. He mind still ached as she tried to remember the conversation that had taken place.

"Your foal is going to be…different..." She remembered.

Ditzy was scared. "What did she mean?" She thought. She was worried, but then imagined Raindrop's comforting smile. She remembered her saying that everything would be fine. Ditzy took that to heart, she wouldn't be contacted by her friend's spirit to be lied to, Raindrops would never lie.

Images of water flashed across her mind. Her eyes went wide, and she immediately looked down towards her flank. "Bubbles!" she almost yelled. Ditzy was ecstatic, she always wondered what her mark meant, and now she knew it had something to do with water.

She was uncovering her past, but had the faint suspicion it wasn't what she expected.