"Okay, Pinkie, so what's next?"
"Angst!"
"Okay... so what's angst?"
I've got this dictionary!" she said, pulling a large book out of her mane. "Don't question it, don't question it," I tell myself. "Well," Pinkie says, "It means 'anxiety or apprehension'."
"Oh. That shouldn't be too hard," I say.
Twilight still hadn't woken up.
Spike walked over to the bed, where Celestia stood guard over her comatose student. "W-will she wake up?" Spike said, a sob noticeable in his voice. "Oh, if only I'd been there quicker... If I hadn't been so obsessive over helping Rarity, I'd have been there sooner and been able to get her out of the fire and-"
"No, Spike, it was not your fault. I sent Twilight that spell, knowing it could be dangerous. If anything, I should take the blame for being irresponsible and sending it to her. I just thought she would try it in a safer place, and not the middle of the library. Still, I didn't even say it could cause fire in my letter. She never knew."
Meanwhile...
Twilight was nowhere. Or at least, there were no points of reference that she could see, thus she determined that she was nowhere. All in her sight was white. The sky was white, the ground was white, and there seemed to be nothing else in the place she was, so she figured that everything was white.
She called out. "Hello?"
"Hello?" It seemed to echo.
"Is anypony there?"
"Yes!"
"Ooh! Cliff-hanger-y!" Pinkie said
"Well, that's good. That's what I was going for. We need to make the reader anxious. Anxious enough to keep reading this story," I replied. "I'm kinda worried about getting more views."
"Don't worry! They'll come!"