You hesitate, then ask softly, "Is there another way for me to get home?" The wizard studies you for a moment. Then he nods. "Yes," he says. "I can send you back safely." He raises his staff. The purple mist gathers, swirling gently. "Remember," the wizard says, "magic can move bodies between worlds... but friendship is what fixes them." Light wraps around you like a warm blanket. Whoosh. Suddenly, you're standing back in the Mirror Maze at the Friendship Carnival. Music plays. Laughter floats through the air. Everything feels normal again. You're relieved. You're home. But that night, when you fall asleep, your dreams are restless. You hear arguing voices. You see crooked paths twisting again. You imagine fairies and unicorns still unable to listen to one another. You wake up with a heavy feeling in your chest. You made it home--but you can't stop wondering what might have happened if you had stayed to help just a little longer. Sometimes the hardest choice isn't leaving a place, it's deciding whether to help fix it. THE END.