The corridors of the Canterlot Archives are dark and silent, save for the hoofsteps of the guards on patrol and the gleam of their light spells. Avoiding both is no easy feat, but Twilight is confident that they've made it through the complex undetected, in spite of Pinkie and Spike being no help whatsoever. (Twice now she's had to go back for Spike because he'd stopped to lick up the ice cream he spilled on the ground.)

"Alright. If my calculations are correct, the Star Swirl the Bearded Wing should be right...here!" She looks up at the double doors in triumph.

"Uh, Twilight?"

"Yes, Spike?"

"...isn't this where we came in?"