User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2015-2016/@comment-5837525-20160127230715

(Decibelle's heart stopped in her chest.)

Decibelle: Not there...?

(If there was one thing Decibelle hated, it was false hope. But still... a chance?)

Decibelle: GAMORA!

Gamora: Aah!

Decibelle: Did you hear that?! He's not there!

Gamora: ...This is good news?

Decibelle: Don't you see?! They didn't find his body! He could still be alive!!!

(As Decibelle hopped with joy around the room, Gamora is silent. She takes out Copper Plume's glasses again.)

Gamora: If he still lives... then where is he?

"Come quick! Hurry!"

"Heavens, is he alright?"

"It was like... fwoooosh! Out of thin air!"

"The poor dear looks just awful..."

(The voices were as incessant as they were muffled. There was still a deafening ringing in his ears. With all the strength he could muster, the stallion cracks open an eyelid and forces himself to adjust to the sunlight. In his blurry vision eventually formed the -- STILL blurry -- image of ponies crowded all around him, as if he were a circus attraction. A row of houses, all outwardly identical but with some minor decorative differences. A shadow suddenly stands over him to obscure his view. A stallion with fleece as white as snow.)

"Mister? Are you okay?"

'''Whe... Where am I...?'''

"What's your name?"

'''...C-Ca... Cap...'''

"It's okay. We'll take care of you. You'll be safe here... in our town."

(The stallion loses consciousness once more.)