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>''Be careful, okay?''
>Across time and space, a forty foot tall filly looked at her caretaker with concern as she began to trot off.
>The ninety foot tall goodra-pony hybrid turned her head with a smile.
''I'm only heading to the city to do some shopping; ya don't have to worry about me! Stay outta trouble while I'm gone!''
>The filly nodded her head, the oversized ribbon attached to the back of it bobbing up and down with noticeable earnest.
>With that, the large pony started trotting down the peaceful suburban street.
>Her steps shook the ground a decent amount, walking just gently enough that nothing was in danger of collapsing.
>Her gaze fell on the city's urban sector.
>What was at times a thirty minute commute for most would only take her ten minutes at the longest.
>Her eyes lowered towards the black paved street that her hooves fell upon in a rhythmic motion.
>The road was striped with the two parallel yellow lines normally seen on major suburban roads, but there were also cream-colored lines criss-crossing the pavement, forming an `X' pattern that extended all the way down the street.
>This pattern on the road designated it as a ``crossroad''.
>These roads were far stronger than the others, and were able to handle her better.
>She looked behind herself absentmindedly and smiled at the sight beyond her lengthy, thick tail.
>Despite her immense weight, the road showed very little signs that she had just walked on it.
>Facing forward again, she picked up her pace down the road, putting a slight bounce into her trot that shook the ground a little harder.
>Occasional passers by on the sidewalk would wave up to her.
>She'd smile and use one of her long horns to wave back at them.
>When she came across the occasional oncoming car, the car would come to a halt, waiting for her to step over it completely before it proceeded.
>There was a special law in place for crossroads that made it the fault of the driver, and not her, if she stepped on the vehicle for any reason.
>Any car using a crossroad had to pull over for her as if she were an emergency vehicle.
>However, there were still some that didn't want to wait, and the pony had gotten pretty good at navigating these impatient drivers.
>She approached a T-junction with a divided highway.
>Both sides of the highway to the left of this road sported that same crossroad designation.
>Cars on either side were already slowing to a stop as she approached.
>She had the right of way by a long shot and everyone knew it.
>She gingerly made her turn to the left and started traveling down towards the urban district, picking up her pace slightly to an acceptable one for a highway.
>The cars ahead of her had already sped off, their owners wanting to give her plenty of room.
>The cars behind her had also backed off to a considerable degree.
>Traffic in the oncoming lanes was becoming more and more scarce.
''Get these groceries, make some dinner, and relax,'' she said as she trotted.
>An easy enough sequence of tasks, surely.
>Unknownst to the cheery pony, that list was about to have a few more items added to it.
>Her next step didn't find the highway.
>Gabby blinked at the realization.
>Time seemed to slow as she quickly looked down.
>A massive swath of deep blue had appeared directly under her.
>It looked like someone swiped a huge paintbrush sloppily and quickly across the landscape.
>The pony tried to use her horns and tail to latch onto any semblance of the ground as gravity began to kick in.
>Solid footing seemed to be too far away from even her impressive reach.
>Cars on either side of the disturbance screeched to a halt, some even smashed into each other as a result.
>Everyone looked on in shock as the enormous creature began rapidly descending into the strange patch of... something.
>A few onlookers helplessly stood near the edge of the swirling, rippling shape.
>There was no way to save her.
>With a shrill, panicked scream that shattered the windows of many vehicles, the pony's form disappeared into the rippling blue.
>Only seconds after, the swath disappeared.
>Like a fleeting mirage, the landscape it had been obscuring looked as if nothing even happened.
