3rd PoV:
The birds had barely begun to chirp by the time Garret had thrown his front door open. He was on a mission, and only a certain mare would be able to help him. He knew his goal, but getting to it was the harder part.
Information. He ran as fast as his legs would carry him, breathed as deeply as his lungs could hold. The sky was a beautiful purple, though it had begun to fade into a softer, more pale-blue. He watched it dangle above the horizon, watched the colors slowly change. Day was beginning, the window of opportunity had slowly pulled itself open.
He skidded to a stop, sending gravel from the cobbled ground in a spray against the door to the only library in town. He hit the door rapidly with the palm of his hand.
No response. As if the urgency of his knocking meant nothing. He tried pushing the door, toying with the handle as he pushed, but nothing could stop the lock. He sat down, prepared for another wave of the illness and more of the jumbled mess of words in his head.
The door began to emit a soft clanking sound and slowly pulled open with a creak. A bed-headed Twilight peered down at him. She blinked twice.
"Uh..." She closed her eyes and yawned. "What brings you here at..." She turned and looked for a clock. "Six in the morning?"
He watched her carefully. "I've got voices in my head telling me that I died and this is my second chance. I was hoping you could shut them up, or maybe at least tell them to stop making me puke every fifteen minutes or so?" He cocked his head to the side, part of his hair fell with it.
"Uh..." Her eyes slowly fell shut. "I can try. I hope you kno-"
"Or maybe you can tell me how fate works, since everypony seems to tell me that mine's all strange."
She began to watch him with a strangely curious look. "That I might be a little out-classed on."
"Well damn. I had hoped maybe you could tell me about why I've got your voice in my mind screaming about how we're fated to fall and burn up and, well, frankly, have a family together." He didn't waver. "Because that's uncanny isn't it? You telling me that I came here to-"
"I told you what, exactly?" She watched him as if he'd just slapped her.
"We have two foals. Illuminant and Optical Illusion. Yeah. We were married. Now, tap into my head and shut yourself up."
I wish I could help you more, but I can't because you've left already. I can't do anything else beyond guide you.
He winced and looked at her. "Perfectly coincidental timing, isn't it?"
"For what? I can feel your magical signal flickering in and out." She frowned, her horn had begun to glow dimly.
"Just do something!" He nearly choked the words out.
Tell her she needs to apply pressure to your forehead, using my horn as a sort of magical syringe. She needs but shut down the small bit of your mind you retained when completely smashing the space-time continuum's frail existence.
"H-Hey." His voice had become strained. "Put your horn here." He poked his temple with a finger. "And basically zap the piss out of some part of my mind that can apparently bend space time until it doesn't do that."
"Basically?" She frowned. "That's the basic concept here?" She did, however, press her horn to his temple. "You're sure?"
"You said so." He took a deep breath in and slowly exhaled. "I trust you a little. You did stop Nightmare Moon."
