My spirit gained some control back, and with all of my power I shifted my body to face hers. My spirit's power was drained after shifting, so all I could do was hug her.

I buried my midnight face into her fur. My paws then went around her, gently hugging her back. I could tell that most of my hair was in her fur, rather than my face. That was because my flowing purple hair always drifted right over my right eye, which was good. There was a story behind that, but a story for another time.

The pony wrapped her arms tighter around me, and I could tell she was being protective of this embrace. I felt a distinct strong connection with this pony... I needed to know whom she was... But yet, I couldn't.

The pony was indeed, being protective of me. She hugged real tight, tighter than ever before...

She started to pet my flowing mane. The bright purple of my mane definitely lit up the room of darkness... She was trying to comfort me, by petting my mane... She even had her hooves form some sort of a motion that was comforting while petting me, which was comforting... That also resembled a paw....

"It's okay... It's going to be alright. You have me. It's okay.." She kept repeating those words over and over to me, in a soft voice. Why did she care so much? I didn't deserve to be cared about. Then again, she's probably faking caring, I mean, anyone would if they knew me.

She just kept repeating the words over and over... Which lasted for a long time, might I add. I just kept letting the tears stream down my face, while I was still buried into her.

Finally, I felt comforted. The panic attack, was indeed, over.