Well after stopping Writer from killing about a million ponies who threw rocks at me... we eventually made it to Writer's apartment building.

"I'm telling ya Pink! I could have showed that kid why you dont mess with the pie family!" She huffed.

"It was a filly... ." i replied, still a bit shocked she tried to hurt the poor kid.

"I wasnt going to hurt him! i was going to hurt his mother... ." She reasoned with a slight smile on her face. 

"Your turning into Raph." I mumbled, remembering the hot-headed turtle.

"Am not! I just never liked that particular mare...."

"You would make a great assasin." 

"Nah i belief in honor... most of the time." She quietly unlocked her aprtment with the special code and opened the door. I followed trying to remember when i had ever been here. now that i thought on it, i hadnt been here since Aunt Glass was alive. It was a small space, the living room and kitchen were joined together and the bedroom was in the next room. There was a leather couch on the opposite side of the kitchen and next to it was a books case, filled to the brim with books. and a small TV was a few feet in front of the couch on a table. besides that it was just carpet. Shaggy, red, carpet.

"Step should be home soon from school. till then, we got cable and books." Writer mumbled and shrugged and locked herself in her room