Doctor Whooves. Master of time. Or at least the unenviable ability to keep perfect track of time.

I can tell you it has been exactly twenty-three seconds since this conversation started, five hours, sixteen minutes and forty-two seconds after I got up this morning. The ability to keep such precise time is the reason I became an hourglass maker in the first place. I can keep perfect time right down to the last grain of sand. My hourglasses were accurate within every two hundred and eighty third turn. They'd always lose a second on the eighty fourth. Not that anyone would notice. It would take almost two years of continuous turning for the error to show up. By then most ponies would have gotten a new hourglass.

I noticed though. It has always been my life's ambition to make the perfect hourglass. The one that is never wrong, never loses or gains time. In perfect sync with the rest of the universe.

Oh, the cutie mark? That came when I visited the Hourglass Museum when I was a young foal. The caretaker couldn't believe I was able to memorize all the times shown, nor that I could correct them to flow correctly. It was after I solved one particularly puzzling problem that it finally appeared.

That was a long time ago though. A different time. A time when time existed.

I said it was twenty-three seconds. I was lying. It should have been, but it wasn't. It was whatever He chose it to be. I'm not sure if seconds even exist any more, or at the very least if they're called that.

But I shall stay loyal to the concept if nothing else. He may be able to remove time from the universe, but he'll never remove it from my heart.

You know, he'd fascinate me if he wasn't so... evil. No, not evil. Chaotic. I have a theory about his power you know. The reason why he can do what he does. It's because for him, time doesn't exist. There is no such thing as the past, or the future, or even basic causality for him. When a glass appears, it has always existed and will always exist. It has no beginning except the beginning he made, nor any end until he deems it. It can poof into existence and have always been in existence. Without any cause and effect to hold him down he can do what he freely wants. It really is quite amazing.

But just because he's able to create such things doesn't give him the right to do what he does. My beloved Ponyville is now a ruin. No cause and effect, no rhyme or reason. Just chaotic mess.

People would think me foolish for staying loyal to things that don't even exist any more. That I will still believe in and try to measure time, despite the fact that it doesn't exist in this universe any more. That I'll stay loyal to her.

They say I loved her. I say that you couldn't do my feelings justice with such a simple four letter word. I stood by her side when no other stallion would. I protected her from the great stampede of wilderducks and monfowls. I stood by her when the building she was in suddenly failed to be attached to the ground. I fought off the beasts that wanted to hurt her for laughing.

I stood with her through thick and thin, both metaphorically and literally. The thought of leaving her in that treacle lake never once crossed my mind. Perhaps I'm boastful, perhaps I'm egotistical. But I would never abandon someone I care about. I would never stop until they were out of harms way.

She's out of harms way now. At least, I hope she is. I pray to Celestia that He can't touch her any more. Not where she is. I hope she can finally get the peace she deserves.

So why am I still here, in the chaos capital, when every sensible pony would have gotten up and left? Because it was my home. I was born here and I will grow old here. The sky may take my spirit, but Ponyville will keep my bones. I made a promise to myself that I would stay here no matter what. I plan to keep that promise. I haven't broken a promise in my life. I don't plan to start now.

So do you understand? Do you comprehend what you are asking of me. If I promise this then I can never stop until I've fulfilled my end of the bargain. You saved my life before. I am now indebted to you. I will stay with you until such time where my services are no longer required.

I will follow you on this quest, although I think it is a fool's errand. I strongly doubt that any of us will see our homes again. That any of us will see the warm light of the sun again.

I doubt that I'll ever see my beloved workshop again. He has yet to touch it. It is all I have left.

So I will stay loyal to you, as I have stayed loyal to time. As I've stayed loyal to my home. As I've stayed loyal to her.

Does that fulfil your requirements for the Element, Miss... Trixie, was it? Am I suitable? If so, then I have one last thing to say.

Allons-y.