*Her voice sounds tinny and fuzzy.* Something feels...

*Her ears twitch.* Um... So I'm fuzzy... In a fuzzy place... And danger is coming. This can't be good. *She plops her flank down on the ground and awaits her fate, whatever it is.*

*Everything seems to come into focus and the sea salt she's been smelling for an hour suddenly makes sense.* Um... *An island. Why is she on an island? She looks around for anyone she might recognize.* Hello?

*She spots Prince Starhammer and flutters up to meet him as he approaches. Before she can ask what's happening, she lets out a guffaw.* Hammy, your voice! *Hers is notably of higher pitch and speaking more as if she was possessed by a jr high school theater student.*

*She herself appears different somehow. Older... yet younger at the same time? She doesn't notice however.* I dunno, Hammy. It's pretty and everything, but I thought we were going to get gobbled up by an evil entity in Ponyville. How did we get here? This is weird...

*She looks around her for any sign of danger.* There doesn't seem to be anything to worry about now. Not here. And I don't see any way back. I'm not sure I WANT to go back. Not now, anyway. *She shrugs.* I guess instead of my bed, tonight I'll sleep under... that palm tree.

Okay, Hammy. Come get me if you find a comfier place to sleep, yeah? *She gives Prince Starhammer a hug and lies down beneath a palm tree.* I hope Winter Tide ❄️ , Plywood, and Wishy Washy of Saddle Arabia are okay... *And with that, she nods off, snoring loudly.*

*She wakes up beneath her tree and stretches with a loud yawn. Good sleep. The first thing she spots is Wishy Washy of Saddle Arabia flying headfirst towards Prince Starhammer. And oh, look. Wishy looks just as weird as Starhammer does. She sighs and watches it play out.*

*She follows the group along, brushing her bangs out of her face whenever an ocean breeze blows them around.* I don't-- *When Wishy Washy of Saddle Arabia poofs a chair, FM looks on in awe.* Wow, that was nifty! Now I want to relax too, but I'm super curious about the island...

I hope Hammy finds us some lemonade. I'm craving something sweet allasudden! *She stands with Wishy Washy of Saddle Arabia and Winter Tide ❄️ while they wait for Prince Starhammer to return.* Do you girls have any idea what's going on? Did that weird voice last night do something to reality?

"Strangeness?" Like herds of spiders or something? *She ponders Wishy Washy of Saddle Arabia's explanation until Prince Starhammer comes into view.* Hammy's back! Did you bring lemonade? Didjadidjadidja?

*She wakes up in her bed in Ponyville. Everything feels... normal again.* Oh. Welp. *She chuckles and addresses a few of the parrots she keeps in her bedroom.* Hope you guys didn't miss me much, hehe.

*She waves at Prince Starhammer from her seat, happy tears shimmering in her eyes and a wet tissue held against her snout. She moves the tissue away and mouths silently to him:* Proud of you, Hammy!

*She turns to her seat-neighbor Wishy Washy of Saddle Arabia and points at Winter Tide. She whispers:* So pretty, huh?

*She pats Wishy Washy of Saddle Arabia on the head and wraps a wing around her shoulders.* Shh. It's okay.

*She nervously smiles at any ponies looking at them and continues to pat Wishy Washy of Saddle Arabia compassionately. To be honest, she's not listening much to what her friend is saying.* Yes, yes, it's touching, isn't it? Here, blow your nose... *She hands Wishy a clean tissue.*

*She lets out a loud bawl as she watches the two kiss. THESE ARE SOME VERY COMPLICATED EMOTIONS. But at least they'll be drowned out by applause and other ponies crying.*

But-- *Before she can protest, Wishy Washy of Saddle Arabia has stepped away. Feather May looks on, sad and alone now.* Um...

*She makes her way to the snack table and grabs a plate, nabbing some crackers, cheese, and grapes. With her bffs off doing their thing, she's available to mingle.*

*She lies awake in bed with the lights out and sighs. She has things on her mind. Problems that need resolving. Too restless to sleep, she composes a letter and sends it off to Plywood:* "Ply, have you seen Hammy around lately? -FM P.S. Hi!!"