"Excuse me?!" Inkie yelled, but Primrose had already spoken for them - "Yes! Now what's happening?!" As soon as those words were spoken, the stallion's horn lit up in a blinding shade of white, then their stomachs began to twist and they were falling through seemingly endless white, just like the glow of the stallion's horn. His eyes glew the white too, and as they fell, he yelled, "I'm home!"

After he said this, they halted in midair, Primrose upside down and covering her mouth as if she were going to be sick, and Inkie still clutching her food like it was a baby doll. "Why didn't you say so?!" Asked a deep voice that seemed to come from everywhere. "I would have," the stallion defended, "but I was busy being sick." "Oh, really, Maverick, I was only trying to have some fun. Nine years in my realm should've taught you as much." The stallion, Maverick, Inkie supposed, began chewing on his lower lip. "Oh, come on, I was merely joking! Now, come, give me a hug!" Suddenly, Maverick seemed to deflate, as if he was a balloon being hugged and not a pony. The deep voice laughed heartily, then let go of him.