Screwball gulps with dread. Her eyes have not even examined the full scene in front of her on her cousin's doorstep. Slowly, they travel up from the shiny, grey horseshoes to the midnight torso. But the sparkle of realization in those pink and purple, swirly eyes of hers comes upon noticing Luna's royal emblem of the moon upon her chest. Not long after, it only takes an instant for her to also behold the angry, glowing eyes like the moon, not to mention the bizarre fact that she is up so early in the morning. The princess's starlight hair jolts back as her rams her massive head to the frightened earth-pony's face and shouts with the voices of nightmare night, "IT WAS YOU! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" Nightmare Moon rears up on her gallant, hind legs and towers even more over the cowering pony. Screwball shuts her eyes tight as the gleaming hooves reign down on her and encase her body in shadow...
The earth-pony jolts awake to a dark room, the bed sheets falling off of her body silently. It was Luna. That was Luna that just visited her in her dream. Something tells her now that if she doesn't take action, that dream will soon grow to be a premonition. This burns a small pit in Screwball's throat. That is only supposed to happen to foals. Screwball is no filly, but it's what she and Derpy were always treated like by the citizens of Ponyville. But what exactly does Luna want her to do? Obviously she's been discovered as the one that took over Equestria and let Discord out. She should have known Discord would give away her position sooner or later. He will pay for this. She stands up on all fours and shakes the rest of the blanket back into loose folds atop her unkempt mattress and jumps out of bed. She'll leave for Canterlot immediately.
Creeping down the hall, she ponders whether or not she should alert the young ones that she'll be gone. When she finally reaches their door, she stops and presses one ear to the orange wood. She decides against it. Warning them will give them ideas. Now Screwball has an idea. She quickly backtracks and come around to the door again, this time with Fataspells. She flips through until she finds the one she wants, one that will seal any exits until she returns. A glowing, red barrier resembling the translation of water through a windowpane envelopes the door. After a few seconds, the glow disappears. Screwball puts the book back away before finally slipping out of the house.
"That is a noble stream of consciousness you just explained, Time Turner, but I think you are forgetting one tiny detail," Raindrops follows Turner through the mist of abyss. "How are we going to exact this plan of yours if we can't even escape this colorful void?"
"That, my dear Raindrops," he replies, looking back into her turquoise eyes. "Is a very good question. The sonic screwdriver hasn't picked up any signals of a way out and we've been walking for miles. It's very possible we've covered the entire area of this...whimsical...world. That is, if there is a set area."
Raindrops looks behind her hopefully, swinging her legs in the opposite direction, "Maybe we walked past an escape route without even noticing it? It's a thing that could happen!"
Turner sighs, "Seems like you've adopted your friends' tendency to over-optimize things. Which really isn't a bad thing at all. It's actually quite good given the circumstances we're dealt with like right here. You'll be able to lighten up the situation a bit. Unfortunately, optimism I'm afraid won't be the direct cause of us getting out of here."
Raindrops looks dejected as they continue on fruitlessly, "Oh. Well then what will get us out of here?"
The Doctor stops in his tracks. Raindrops stops behind him and looks around curiously. Turner looks around at the the celestial bodies glittering the void that surrounds them. Then he turns around completely to face her, a serious look in his eyes. They brighten, "Well, not much we can do about it now!" All indications of sorrow that previously existed disappear in order to give way for more spirited emotions. He then hunkers down right on the spot and nods to the infinite space beside him. "We might as well get some sleep!"
The train ride to Canterlot was filled with suspenseful exhilaration. Screwball is used to not wanting to show her face outside the house, but it isn't as if she ever did regularly or anything. She was always bullied to the point of staying indoors and hiding her face within the safety of her home, only venturing out when accompanying Derpy whenever she wanted to go to some festival or something with their friends.
But this blasted hood is just in such horrible fashion. Screwball is sure Sweetie Belle would be traumatized by her shady look. Even if Rarity could regurgitate all of the generosity stored in that beautiful heart of hers, she still doesn't think she'd forgive her for wearing this hideous hood. Just another outcast she has to put on her list to relate herself to; the solitary bandit theme hardly works for Trixie either.
The dark hood does eventually come in handy when Screwball finally arrives in Canterlot, though she wishes she didn't have to abandon her propeller hat to wear it. As she steps out of her train car and onto the platform, she pulls her hood further over her curly afro. Keeping her face low to the ground and making sure not to make eye-contact with anyone, she slowly makes her way from the station to the castle. She studies every cobblestone as she draws nearer to what is so close in her grasp...but she for once does not feel triumphant.