I learned a long while ago not to go overboard worrying about the future, but when do my worries start being justified?
Twilight still didn't understand how so little time could've passed. She decided to take a walk to calm her nerves. She was alone in the hall when a strange fog appeared. "I can see your future." From the fog came what looked like a gypsy's stand. "Would you like to see?" Twilight looked at the gypsy woman in the stand. She looked like some sort of amphibian, like a humanoid frog. "Are you a fortune teller?" Twilight asked. She hadn't studied very much future sighting, but was well aware that, to a small degree, the future could be predicted. "Sure, why not?" Twilight told the gypsy. The gypsy gazed into her crystal ball, "Crying. Yes, I see crying in both the near and distant future. If you wish not to be defeated, I suggest you dry your tears." The gypsy said as she faded into the fog. Slowly, the fog lifted from the hall, leaving it empty. Gregory was right about the other guests here. Twilight continued down the hall into she began to her crying. It sounded like the crying of a filly. Twilight followed it until she found a small,tan, red headed filly. She had no cutie mark, unsurprising considering her age. She was sobbing to herself, a heartbreaking sight. "Hello, my name is Twilight. What's wrong?" Twilight asked. "I-I lost my dolly. She's my only friend, and now she's gone. I want my dolly back!" The filly continued sobbing. "Oh, don't cry, I'll help you find her." Twilight said. "R-really? Thank you." Twilight began to help the filly search the halls for her dolly. "Katie? Katie? Where are you?" The filly called. The doll's name must be Katie Twilight realized. Before too long, the filly broke down crying again. Twilight tried to calm her down, but to no avail. "I. Want. My. Dolly!" The filly shot into the air. Her head turned around, revealing a horrible blue face on the back her head. The face laughed maniacally, bearing it's fangs. Twilight instinctively fired a bolt of magical energy. The filly fell limp and silent to the ground, strings burned. Strings? But does that mean... could she be... Twilight practically stampeded back to her room. She slammed the door behind her and sank to the floor, tears streaming down her face. She began to hear the gypsy woman's words in her head. Crying. Yes, I see crying in both the near and distant future. If you wish not to be defeated, I suggest you dry your tears. Twilight didn't know what would be trying to defeat her, but she didn't plan to find out. Twilight wasn't waiting until morning. She was going to leave Gregory House.