"I think there's a way out in here," she answers as she follows Penny into the stable, hauling the door shut behind her. And whether or not there is an exit, the one undeniable thing is that there is most certainly a unicorn penned up in here, huge and beautiful and radiating a lovely pink-silver sheen from its horn and mane. When it sees Rosella, it turns its large, dark eyes hopefully toward her, and the love in them is evident. The arrow she shot into its heart is still working, after all, and it is still enchanted by her.

But Rosella is ignoring the unicorn in favor of the rest of the stable, pacing hurriedly and kicking over boxes as she tries to find the exit she thinks is here. "It seems like--like there ought to be one, a way out, so long as we're in here."