The plan was to just spend the night here and leave in the morning, but morning never came.
Twilight woke up and stretched. "Now to head back to Ponyville." Twilight walked through the halls towards the lobby. Twilight couldn't sense anything, but she still couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. The fact that the only sounds to be heard was the creaking of the floorboards didn't help. "Oh, hello my dear. Did you sleep well?" Twilight decided that she would never get used to Gregory's tendency to appear seemingly from nowhere. "I slept well Gregory. I'm glad that mornings here." Twilight made a mental note to come back later to ask Gregory about his species. "Morning? I'm sorry but you must be mistaken my dear." Gregory said, pulling back the curtains to reveal a pitch black sky. "What? It looks to be the dead of night, but I feel like I slept all night." Twilight said. "Well, sometimes we feel things because we want to feel them." Gregory said. "What do you mean?" Twilight asked. "It's simple really, sometimes what we think is real, isn't."
Twilight was on her way back to her room. She couldn't understand how she could feel so rested if she'd only been asleep an hour or two. She also couldn't get Gregory's word out of her head. What did he mean? Was he just commenting on the situation? Or was there more to it? Twilight's thoughts were interrupted by a voice. "Do you know, who I am? They call me Judgment Boy! Do you know, who I am? They call me Judgment Boy!" Twilight turned to face the voice, but didn't know how to handle what she saw. 'Judgment Boy' as he seemed to be called, had a body that was more humanoid than equine. His legs seemed to have been replace by a five pound weight connected to the bottom of his body by a chain. He wore a red and yellow striped shirt with the words 'Judgment Boy' written on it. He seemed to be connected to a sort of rail on the ceiling by his head. He had no arms, only bars jutting out of his shoulders. Chains hung from the bars, suspending small cages in the air. One cage held a glowing gold bit, the other a glowing pink heart. It was a ghastly sight and Twilight nearly gagged looking at it. "Judgment!" He shouted, coming to a halt in front of Twilight. "Um, hello. I assume your name is Judgment Boy. My name is-" "You are a princess. You are in the middle of a meeting that, if not handled correctly, could result in war. Suddenly you receive word that your friend was in an accident. Nothing major, but their pretty banged up. Do you finish the meeting, or do you leave to visit them in the hospital?" Twilight wasn't sure who this was or why she was being questioned, but it gave her a bad feeling. Somehow, she knew she had to answer; and she knew that there would turn out to be a clear right and wrong answer. "I stay in the meeting." Twilight answered hesitantly. "So you say, but I say we consult the balance of truth!" Judgment Boy began to spin rapidly, "Judgment, now!" He stopped spinning and the glowing bit fell out of it's holder to the ground, shattering. "You, being the kind and caring pony you are, choose to visit your friend in the hospital. Outraged, the delegates you were meeting with declare war. In the battle, your friends, family, and subjects are killed. It was your choice, and now you have to live with it." With that, Judgment Boy lopsidedly sailed away, all the while chanting, "Do you know, who I am? They call me Judgment Boy! Do you know, who I am? They call me Judgment Boy!" "But how could choosing friendship be wrong? It can't be wrong, I know it." Twilight told herself. "What you know, much like what you feel, is often just what you want to know," Gregory said, walking down the hall, "It makes you wonder, when can you really trust your own mind?" Gregory let out his laugh again. Twilight was beginning to wonder about her own mind.