Note... this chapter does not focus on the group in the woods.
Melody's mother gazed at the clock slowly ticking on the wall. It read 11:30 at night. She was able to get out early from her night shift at the hospital, since there were enough nurses at work. "Oh, Melody, where are you!?" she cried in distress. She galloped up to her phone and dialed 911.
"Hello, this is 911, what's you're situation?"
"MY DAUGHTER IS MISSING!"
"Where did you last see your daughter, ma'am?"
"She left to meet her friends at Pinto cave at 6:45 tonight. They were going for a walk in the Settler's Wood."
"We'll send a search party out, ma'am. May I ask what your daughter's name is?"
"Melody! Blue hair, pink body! Microphone!
"Police officers are one their way."
BEEP
Clover's mother was also as worrysome as usual. Meadowlark and Cheval were visiting, so they were making an attempt to comfort her. "Where's my Clover? WHERE'S MY CLOVER!" her mom cried with tears streaming from her eyes. "Calm down, mother!" Meadowlark said in her comforting voice as she hugged her mother. "Clover is probably fine!" "That's what you think!" She yelled as she pried herself out of Meadowlark's arms. "Right now, she could be being gulped down by a giant... wolverine... or something!" More tears streamed to the ground. "Vhere iz zat little Clo-vehr?" Cheval asked himself.
All of the ponies' parents were extremely worried for their sons and daughters. By now, the Ponyland police was searching the woods for the lost group. The K9 team had joined them with large Labs and German Shepherds pulling at their leads and constantly sniffing the ground. They were using one of Clover's ballerina slippers to track them down. Sarge, the chief of police, was leading his team with a flashlight in hand. It was already midnight, and they weren't sure if they could recover the ponies in time. "Move, move, MOVE!" he yelled to his team. The parents of the ponies were with the search party, trying to help as best as they could without getting in the way. Calls of "Melody!", "Bon Bon!", "Clover!", "Sweetheart!", "Brighteyes!", "Starlight!", and "Patch!" filled the forest. Nobody was sure if the ponies were alive or dead. All they knew was that they were somewhere in the woods. Panic was rising in the frigid night air. If the ponies weren't found soon, all hope could be lost.