Green trees brushed past existance with each stroke of Lady's hooves. Four long and boring hours of sitting on a stagecoach full of precious artifacts could realy make one think. This one is someone most of you readers might know as Princess Bubblegum, but we're exploring a different timeline, so therefore she will be reffered to as Bonnibel Sugarsound. The sound of Lady's constant galloping bored Bonni, and her eyes were slowly closing. She snapped awake, seeing the city of Sacremento on the horizon. "Alright ol' girl! Just a few short miles and we can finaly go back home!" She looked around, checking to see if any bandits were gaining. "So far, so good," she said, the perimeter check turninng out succesful.

"Hold it right there, Bonnibel. I told you not to take this route anymore," A dark figure jumped onto the stagecoach, forcing Bonni to suck in her breath.

"Greywhack, I told you not to bother even trying anymore. I have to take this route, and every time you try to take the cargo, I end up beating you to a plup. Now back OFF." Bonni drew the sword from Grey's scabbard, luckily he didn't try to stop her.

"Eh...I guess you're right," Grey sat on the wood floor of the "box on wheels" pulling a slice of a sanwich out of a bag in one of his pockets. "So, you want a pickle or something?" He waved a pickle in front of her face, and her eyes followed it in annoyance. Then she swatted it away.

"I don't want your crumby pickles! What I want is to finsh this delivery so I can go back home to see my family and best friend!" Her face was red with pure enbarassment, with a dash of anger and disgust. Grey sighed, and Bonni looked away, even more embarassed. "Look, I'm sorry, but I am sick and tired of you just...ruining my job. Do you know how hard it is to do this? To live?" She was standing on the edge, with her arms out, like she was gesturing to the whole earth, which, in this timeline, is whole and all chunks are intact.

Grey looked saddened, and also embarassed. "I'm really sorry, but it's also hard. I live out here, in these plains, but its really lonely. You're the only person who dares take this path, and I respect that. I just want to say...thank you." The touching moment was interupted when a rumbling followed by an explosion that broke the silence. The following minute was a mixture of "whats going on?" and "what was that?" and so on. Green, ghost like anomolies floated from the south, covering the sky in a dark shroud. The atmosphere had a greenish tint, backed up with the fact that the sun was blotted out by the green smoke.