Tran stood in Golden Oak Library, sorting through stacks of books that had been moved to the floor. He carefully placed the old tomes onto the shelves, to prevent them from sustaining any damage. The process of reorganizing the books had been fairly quick, after a frazzled Twilight had come seeking his assistance. It was after harvest, but not quite winter, so Tran was done working for Sweet Apple Acres for the season. He still made excuses to go see Applejack, but he was still out of a job. So when Twilight had come hes was more than ecstatic to have some work again. He coughed a little, as dust flew off a particularly old book while he was levitating it to the shelf. It was then that Twilight had come in. She had taken a short break to gather herself, since she had worked herself into a frenzy as usual. Now here mane seemed well kempt, as if she had never become frazzled at all.

"Good to see you're feeling better," Tran turned back to the shelf, placing more books on it, "I was beginning to worry you had worked yourself up too much."

Twilight trotted over to him, picking up books and placing them on the shelf alongside him. She smiled a moment then laughed, "Yeah, I guess I was pretty worked up, wasn't I."

"A little? You were almost manic!" Tran laughed.

"Well, Spike was called off to Canterlot by the Princess and that happened right before I usually reorganize the library. So I tried to do it alone and well I got, overwhelmed, if you couldn't tell."

"Oh, yeah I couldn't tell at all. . ." Tran said, sarcastically trailing off. Twilight nudged him in the shoulder. He rubbed it with his other hoof, feigning pain. He looked outside, and he saw a welcome sight. He pointed to the nearby window, "Look. . . it's snowing!"

Twilight trotted over to the window to see the snowflakes gently falling to the ground.

***Later, Vinyl and Octavia's House***

Tran trotted in from the cold, flinging his black vest onto the coat rack near the door. He positioned himself in front of the fire, shivering from the sudden drop in temperature.

"Rainbow Dash said it'd be snowing soon, but she didn't make it sound like it would be this soon," Tran put his hooves in front of the fire, rubbing them together in an attempt to warm them up faster. He felt as if someone was watching him, so he turned. The glow from the fire lit up Vinyl's face. She was strewn across the armchair, fast asleep. Tran got up slowly, chuckling a little bit. It had been a while since an opportunity like this presented itself. He grabbed a quill from the other room, and an inkwell. He came back into the room and put a little ink on Vinyl's hanging hoof. He slowly lifted the feather, straining to hold back laughter. He quickly tickled her nose, causing her to rub ink on her face. Upon seeing how ridiculous she looked he burst out laughing, startling Vinyl awake.

"Geez, you scared me Tran!" She shoved him back.

"I-I t-think you got something on your face, Vinyl" Tran struggled to tell Vinyl through the laughter.

"What?" She said, wandering to a mirror by the door. Her face was half covered in black ink, which startled her slightly. She turned back to him, a devilish grin on her face, "You know what they say about payback?"

Tran began to leave the room but Vinyl cut him off. She had the feather with her magic, and was brandishing it like a sword. He backed up and ran into the armchair, causing him to fall awkwardly into the seat. She began to tickle him with the feather, causing him to buck and laugh his way into the floor.

"S-stop it, V-Vinyl," Tran tried to say between laughter. He laughed until his sides hurt and he was gasping for air. Vinyl finally let up, stepping back from a worn out Tran.

"I'd say that makes us even," Vinyl flicked her tail, turning to the kitchen to go clean off her face.

Tran lay in the floor, letting the fire warm him. Vinyl walked back into the room, her face now clean. She sat in the chair and watched the fire dance. Tran looked at her, not moving from the floor, "I think I'm going to broadcast this weekend."

"How long has it been since that last broadcast anyway?" Vinyl still was staring at the fire.

"I'm not for sure. I think its been three months. . . all I know is that I haven't heard anything about me on the radio. . ."

"When's the last time you listened to the radio?" Vinyl looked down at Tran. He paused and thought for a while. It had been a while since he actually turned on his radio. He hadn't gone this long without listening to it in forever. He got up and went to the basement and lit the room. He turned on the radio and carried it back upstairs. Music was fading out as he walked and a news report came on.

"It has been over three months since the pirate radio host, known only as The Stallion, broadcast his last. It is unknown if he was apprehended by Equestrian authorities or not, and the Equestrian Guard has declined to answer. In his absence many other illegal broadcasters have popped up and been subsequently dealed with, save for the group Public Pirate Access. PPA consists of several individuals, and it has been speculated that The Stallion was among them. However, in a recent broadcast, the group denied any ties to The Stallion, calling him a wash out and a coward. The Guard also declined to comment on what they are doing to apprehend-"

Tran was fuming. He was used to the news saying some slanderous things, but that he was used to. But being called a coward and a wash out, by some upstart. He went to the basement as if possessed by a demon. He dusted off his equipment and charged up his power cell. He was recording tonight, and nothing was going to stop him.

*** Midnight, One Hour after Broadcasting***

Tran sighed, sitting on his bed. He flicked on the radio to hear reports of the return of The Stallion. A smile flicked across his face. No upstart, no matter how good, was going to discredit him like that. He was triumphant. . . this time.