“Hey, Twilight, you mind signing something for me?” Rainbow Dash asked as she trotted into the main hall of Friendship Castle with a bundle of papers tucked under her wing. “The Wonderbolts said I had to get two other ponies to sign this. I figured you and Fluttershy would be as good as anypony.”

	“What is it?” Twilight asked, even as she levitated the papers up in front of her face with her magic.

	Rainbow Dash waved a hoof dismissively. “Oh, no big deal. Something about if I get injured or whatever.”

	Twilight’s eyes fastened on the large, bold text at the top of the document. “Power of attorney?”

	“Yeah. You’re like, supposed to make medical decisions for me or whatever if I get knocked out or something,” Rainbow Dash said as she fished around in her saddlebag for a pen.

	“I’m… really honored,” Twilight said, her voice quavering slightly. “But are you really sure you want me to do it for you? I mean, it’s an awfully big responsibility. Normally somepony in your family does it for you.”

	“I figured you know a lot about that sort of stuff, like magic and science and medicine or whatever. You’d know what to do.”

	“Wow. I don’t know what to say.” Twilight’s eyes flicked rapidly across the form before she turned the page. “Wait, so you want to be resuscitated under all circumstances?”

	“Uh, duh?” Rainbow Dash said muffledly before spitting out a cheap, chewed-up pen onto the crystalline table. “I mean, why wouldn’t you? I don’t even get why they had to ask. Is anypony going to be like, ‘Nah, just let me bleed to death after I crash’?”

	Twilight set the papers down carefully on the table. “Yes, this is about that. But under ordinary circumstances, the doctors would do their best to help you no matter what. Obviously, if there’s emergency care that’s needed, they aren’t even going to ask me for permission. This is for situations where you might not get better and somepony has to make a choice.”

	“What do you mean? Like, if I lose a wing or something? Because I mean, you said that alternate timeline me had a totally awesome metal wing, and—”

	“I mean if you crash into a mountain and suffer so much brain damage that you’ll be a vegetable for the rest of your life!”

	Rainbow Dash stared. “What, you mean like, I got stuck in the ground or something? Wouldn’t they just like, pull you out by your tail?”

	“It means when your brain gets turned to mush and you can’t ever really wake up!” Twilight pounded her hoof on the table. “You said here that you want life support even if the doctor doesn’t think there’s any chance of recovery. What if your brain was so badly damaged, that you’d never be you again, and could never talk, think, or eat on your own ever again?”

	Rainbow Dash recoiled. “That can happen?”

	“Yes,” Twilight said softly. “That’s why they make you sign this form.” She looked into her friend’s eyes. “The pony you give power of attorney to would have to choose whether or not the doctor was right, and whether or not you would want to be let go.”

	“You mean die? I don’t want to die!” Rainbow Dash sprung up into the air, crossing her hooves across her chest.

	“That’s your choice. But do you understand that if you were in that sort of state, you might never get better? You’d spend the rest of your life sitting in bed, unable to move, or think straight, or talk, locked inside your body, only barely aware of what was going on around you?”

 	“No way!” Rainbow Dash’s hooves cut through the air. “I’m sure that if that happened, you’d figure out some like, spell or something to fix me. I mean, you’d totally try and come up with a spell like that, right?” Rainbow Dash licked her lips. “Right?”

	Twilight chewed on the inside of her cheek. “What if I couldn’t?”

	“You’re [i]Twilight Sparkle[/i],” Rainbow Dash said, landing next to her and draping a wing over her withers. “Of [i]course[/i] you’d come up with something.”

	“But what if I couldn’t?”

	Rainbow Dash stepped out in front of Twilight, looking her in the eyes. “C’mon. I trust you.”

	Twilight’s eyes fell to the floor.

	“So, uh, you going to sign it?”

	Twilight stared at the floor for several long moments.

	“Twilight?”

	“Yes. I’ll sign.”