The floor is uncomfortable, really uncomfortable. It's made of fine oak and polished to perfection. Not so perfect to lie on though.
Twilight is standing in the corner of the room, staring. That damn frying pan floating next to her, mocking me. The fear on her face is obvious, her dilated pupils and her hyperventilation not disguising it.
I slowly sit up, clutching my head. It feels like I've been hit by a truck, filled with obese people, doing a sonic rainboom. Worst headache ever. I stare back at the frightened lavender mare, her pupils dilate further. The frying pan raises higher.
"Ugh..." I grumble, incoherently. "Why did you hit me Twi'?" My voice as calming and soothing as possible.
"Because your evil!" She blurted out.
"Celestia said you were evil!" Her voice slightly quieter this time.
"She teleports me into some underground cave with no explanation, just because I was present. And she says I'm evil?"
Twilight retreats further into the co