[the Guide turns on...seemingly in midair! ... because it is. in the background, all kinds of crashes and thuds can be heard as objects fly through the air, all surrounded by a faint purple glow. as the Guide continues to fly to and fro, a certain young unicorn can be seen utterly ransacking her room. wait, what?
undisturbed among the myriad of miscellaneous possessions are a bunch of rolled-up scrolls, stacked neatly into a pile. after a few more seconds of tossing around her belongings, Twilight collapses onto the pile, holding her hooves to her head.]
This can't be happening. It can't. I've made sure to have one ready every week I've been here, for whenever Princess Celestia came. I've been keeping track of them so closely-I should have twenty-nine right now. So why do I only have twenty-eight? I know I have twenty-nine, I'm sure of it...!
[she then buries her face in the pile. those who are familiar with the pony may realize she's acting really weird... and-as she raises her head and happens look in the direction of the camera without completely realizing that it's on-that might be
an understatement.]
Where. Is. It?!