Rainbow Dash finished tapping the number into her smart phone. She then sat waiting, listening to the little device reach out into the world, searching for the number's destination. Eventually: "Hello?" there was a pause, "Hey, Rainbow!"
"Dash?"
"Yeah, it's me, it's us!" Another pause, and then, "Dash, you never call unless there's something going on. Are you ok?"
Rainbow Dash sat there in the darkness. She'd fidgeted around the little room with it's bunk beds, desk, pictures of friends and planes and closet full of uniforms well past sundown, not quite sure if what she'd just been through warranted a call. Finally she said, "I did something stupid."
The original human Dash was silent on the other end, and then, "I know us well enough not to ask."
Still, the dam was broken and as with a quickly draining lake, the words tumbled out, "I really, really screwed up this time. I let things get out of control and I hurt somebody, maybe even hurt his career – he won't forgive me and I don't know what to do except quit."
The other Dash was quiet, deep in thought. Rainbow could tell because she could hear the faint, rhythmic clicking of her mirror twin's fingernails on the hard case of the cell phone hundreds of miles away. Finally, cautiously the other Dash cautiously ventured, "Maybe you should talk to him one more time."