Giving it some thought, you start to weigh each option. The hospital could take you back, but all you have is a heavily bandaged arm, not a cast or anything needing medical care. Ribs are still sore, but otherwise fine. Being under lock and key doesn’t sound good at all. “A prison? Seriously Twilight?”
 
“It’s not a prison, it’s a cell.” That makes it sound so much better. “Technically, you are important to the possibility of the betterment of Ponykind, so the guards should let you use one.” Doesn’t make it sound anymore pleasant.
 
An inn sounds good, but you don’t have any money. This being broke business is really annoying. That only leaves…
 
The basement. Being a basement dweller is far from your idea of living, but it is only temporary. The thought of her doing some inhumane experiments and having a magical seal on the door crosses your mind. She could lock you away forever, trying to pry out more and more “scientific facts” like a mad scientist who found something to obsess over. So far, she is kind of laying on the observation of you pretty thick. Twilight seems nice, but it’s not paranoia if it’s right, right? “So, the basement, I’m guessing it’s going to be cold and without a bed.”
 
“I turned it into a private study area, where I can do my experiments in peace.” If she knew what was going on in your head, that statement would sound a lot worse than she intended. “It has temperature control, and I’ll just turn a pillow or something bigger for you.” Magic solves everything, and probably causes most problems. Turning to start heading back to the library, at least you hope so this time, she says, “So, tell me what happened so far. It should be interesting to hear things from your perspective.”
 
While walking besides her, you recollect everything that’s happened. “Well, at first I thought I went crazy from seeing ponies instead of people. I even tried to shoot lasers out my eyes. When you were talking about Celestia, I thought it was some sort of idol, not a real pony, like you were part of a clergy and was going to pray for an answer. That guard was not happy about you telling him to chaperone.” She stifles a laugh. “Not having any clothes, it’s the first thing I wanted, more so than food. Having nothing but a sheet wrapped around me, the guard began to lead me to Rarity’s shop, but with no bits. The thought came of selling my body for science, you know, since you were so interested that maybe somepony would pay me.”
 
Twilight laughs this time. “I don’t think that would work. I’m the best pony qualified for this, and I’m not going to pay you. It’s all out of philanthropy! But really, clothing rather than food?”
 
“You offered food, but left me alone with that guard.” Her expression changes to one of guilt while her ears pin back. “But that’s fine, not having any clothes kept my mind off hunger. That is, until that apple pony reminded me of what I took from her orchard. She didn’t even care I was an alien! I made a promise to somehow pay back what I took. She seems very protective of that farm.” With a smile and rolling of her eyes, Twilight makes it seem like you have no idea.
 
Entering the giant tree, Twilight’s horn glows a faint purple and some blankets and pillows float out of a room moments later. “Help yourself to anything here. Spike and I sleep up on the second floor, so don’t worry about waking us.” Going through the basement door and descending the stairs, she turns to you. “Go on, I want to hear the rest.”
 
 
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