Sooner rather than later. (edited)

"Well, I prefer old Scarlett, you know, without purple eyes and long hair," Scarlett said.

"I know. Right, come on, let's go. We got some talking to do," James exclaimed.

"I'm ready as I'll ever be," Scarlett sighed.

"Come on; I'm sure Cadence won't panic as much as you think she will," James reassured.

"No, she will. This is my mother; she will." Scarlett added.

"Well, the quicker we get it done, the quicker it's over with. Less talking, more walking." James demanded.

Scarlett laughed to herself and nodded. She followed James out of the bedroom, closed the door behind them and went to find Cadence. They searched for a good while before finding her sitting in the library reading a book. Finally, although they couldn't quite tell what it was from the doorway, they entered and shut the door behind themselves. Scarlett instantly shot her head off to the side to find the punch mark Ash left was gone; someone had come and fixed it.