Post card from a changeling.

Dear Ponies: I was taken aboard the ESS Bravosquadron for questioning. We are all now fighting for our lives in some sort of space battle. Thinking of you, and I wash I was home. Seriously I do. This ship is on fire and the hull is taking damage. I really with I was with you. I stumbled into the reactor room and everypony was wearing HAZMAT suits. I'll probably be sick tomorrow or dead. Lots of love, Silk the Changeling.