So, uh, I'm not really sure what's going on? But I'm pretty sure it's bad. I'm sitting on top of Sugarcube Corner right now, and I can't see anything - I mean ANYTHING!

But anyway, I figured since this worked out pretty well LAST time people got lost in the fog, I'd set up a radio show again! Except this one's not really gonna be a radio show. Sorry, but I can't even see what's going on! So I can't really tell you anything until I find something!

If you're lost, though, or if you've lost somepony else, call on in right here! Heroes will be standing by!

[Actually she hasn't consulted with anyone on this, but she's sure plenty of ponies would be happy to help. And it's not like she's planning on just sitting up here forever herself. It's getting chilly!]

[Is sure is spooky huh Ponyville? With all this fog everywhere, nopony in their right mind would be out in the middle of town; in fact virtually nopony is. Who knows what dark and evil creature might be lurking behind these mists, just waiting for some unsuspecting pony to devour and spit out their bones.

It's quiet, with nothing but the eerie silence to keep you company, but in an instant if you listen closely that silence is shattered with what seems to be tiny hoof steps. You might notice a figure in the fog walking as if there's nothing unusual going on, with another slightly shorter figure right next to it. It turns and looks to be looking at window and suddenly a scream.]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-OHMYGOSH! I'm a tiny horse! That's soooooooo adorable. I mean I've seen some weirdo magicy stuff in town before, but this is by far the most adorable!

[she turns to a pig in a sweater.]

What do ya think Dipper turned into? I bet it was teeny tiny lamb.

[The pig snorts]

Hey, if you can work with hooves and your mouth then so can I! Speaking of I wonder if there's anyone else here? HELLO! ANYONE HOOOOOOOOOOME!?

[A scroll unrolls to that young pale yellow unicorn he'd unrolled it rather sloppily and unceremoniously at the month's beginning.

Not only is it neater and quicker this time, it's midair.

In front of his face. The image's bordered with green light, and his horn's glowing.

He's still looking at it a bit suspiciously - eyes narrowed to peer, ears twitching, all the while trying to move his head minimally, a tiny twitch back, tiny tilt to the side. Avoiding breaking his concentration, anyone might imagine.

Just barely opens his mouth to start to say something - and then does, with a small idle "Ummm." Goes on - with a quiet, mild tone. Partly courteous neutrality. Partly active effort to sound anything but unsettled. Still isn't sure if - or why - he should be.]

-- I beg your pardon. ...But I - don't understand - what... is - so unusual -- ...about the fog? [A glance to each corner of his eyes just barely noticeable with what little he's turning his head - to indicate around him. That is to say the fog around - the lad's outside.]

[Somepony's nosing a scroll open, gradually, jerkily... and then placing a hoof on what of it's uncovered and rolling the rest open drawing their head back as if expecting something to leap off the surface and bite them.

It's a unicorn - young stallion, or older colt, pale yellow coat and rusty mane, eyes very huge as something dons on him just as the scroll rolls past the just-open point and goes bouncing a foot or two on its own momentum. Sharp, mostly-breath "Nngh!" whinny as he goes to catch it, plants one hoof on a top corner and one on a bottom corner and straightens it out.

Eyes are huge and blank and ears are pulled defensively back as he goes blinking over it.]

What -- ...

Who are - you...? [Voice is on the high side, no disguising that, but held at a forcibly-steady if breathy near-monotone.]

Where -- [Head begins angling and tilting in the pause, giving the scroll another floating once-over] -- And where did you come from - ?

[Who can tell exactly how he means that question or to who he thinks he's talking - it seems a prudent wonder to have in some sense.]

[Sometime after the ponies wake up, scrolls and quills suddenly start raining from the sky. Don't worry, its not the ponypocalypse, its just a squadron of flying white ponies dropping them from above.

Once everyone receives one, the scrolls suddenly glow and come to life, its surface revealing the visage of a large white alicorn with rainbow hair and a golden crown, sitting on a large, velvet-upholstered throne. She has a calm, reassuring, regal smile on her face as she speaks, though those who know her better can see the light of worry and concern in her eyes.]

Good afternoon, newponies! I am Princess Celestia.

I've heard of your arrival in Ponyville and of some of the more interesting stories that have come from it. We're...not certain how this phenomenon has occurred, but we here at the royal castle will put our efforts into solving this mystery, and I hope you will help us out as we wish to help you out!

Rest assured, no harm will come to you. Nor, as some of you have worried, are we holding you against your will. On the contrary, you're free to move about Equestria as you please, be it through Ponyville, Los Pegasus or anywhere in between. I only request that you use the scrolls we have provided you to check in from time to time, so that we know where you might be when we figure out the solution to this current situation.

If you have any questions, you are free to ask them of me. If I am not available - and, I will admit, there are times when I can be quite busy - there are many other ponies willing to help you, including the other princesses of Equestria. We are all in this together, after all.

[And then she smiles a little more. Its a much more relaxed smile. The concern is still there, of course.]

But, in the meantime, I'd also like to get to know all of you! I always like to meet new people, after all. I hear we even have a dragon?