Twilight looks mournfully back at her friends, who were rushing to check up on her but were forced to stop short as the barrier came down.

"It's okay, guys." Twilight places her forehoof against the bowl's surface. "I'll figure something out. Just... take care of each other. And keep an eye on Trixie--there's something strange about her."

With that, she turns and gallops off. There's no point sitting and moping in front of a giant glass bowl. She has to do something.

If only she had any idea what.