"Why isn't anyone surprised to see me sneaking around in here?" Twilight remarks to no one in particular. I dunno, because you go to school here and are a close friend of the Princess, maybe?

She stares out the window, lost in thought. Nothing they've done has changed the future, and yet... here they are, safe and sound. Nothing has happened.

"...is it possible there never was a disaster? That I've just been making myself frantic over nothing?"

"I don't get it," says Spike with a puzzled frown. "If Future Twilight wasn't trying to warn you about a disaster, what was she trying to tell you?"

Twilight... actually giggles. "I don't know, but I do know one thing: I look ridiculous."

"Yeah, you do!" Spike giggles back.

"And it's all because I couldn't stop worrying and let the future handle itself! Well, not anymore. From now on, I'm gonna solve problems as they come, and stop worrying about every little thing."

"That's great!" says Spike, toasting her with his ice cream cone. "Does that mean there won't be any more late night pacing?"

"No more late night pacing," Twilight promises. "If only I had learned this lesson a week ago, we wouldn't have had to go through all this..."