Sonic instantly hated what he was seeing. He could only watch, mouth agape, as his friend Tails made the ultimate sacrifice. He watched the fatal laser beam pierce through his body and the awful sound of when his body hit the ground.

Tails half-opened his eyes and only saw a hedgehog that seemed to be screaming at him, but he heard nothing.  Suddenly, life had no meaning.  It seemed like someone was reaching out to him.  A voice in his head whispered, “Tails.” Tails tried to be haunted, but he couldn't. He felt relaxed and soothed. Soon, his life faded from him, the sound, the image, everything seemed to fade into blackness.  Suddenly, red arms reached for him, yearned for him, moaning for him, but he was just out of their grasp.  He tried to get away, but he was numb and motionless, held in his spot.  He suddenly noticed a light, no bigger than a candle flame, from above him, intensifying in light.  The arms seemed to hate the light, as they tried to dodge it but reluctant into retreating, but soon, every single hand was gone.  He tried to think something.  Something so that he could comment on what he had just witnessed.  He tried to think that this was hell, but nothing came to mind, as he was enveloped in the growing light.

Sonic slowly stepped over to Tails, not wanting to know the truth.  His glazed eyes and limp body gave it away.  Dead.  The first feeling he thought was sorrow.  Endless sorrow.  His best friend, gone.  Forever.  All because of… something inside him clicked.  He shot his head up and narrowed his eyes at Dr. Eggman.  Eggman seemed to get the hint and started sauntering away, but Sonic wasn’t finished with him yet.  He dashed toward the robot and sent it falling toward the ground.  As Eggman’s orb shot out, he jumped and knocked it out of the sky into a series of buildings.  Sonic grinned, but any sense of victory vanished as he remembered.  He dashed back toward Tails, picked him up, and held him in his arms.  It seemed as if he was sleeping, which he was, except for eternity.  He bowed his head.  His tears fell on his best friend’s limp body.  Another layer of emotion fell over him, as his knees buckled and kneeled on the stone, cold ground.

Joseph watched from a distance as Sonic became only a blue blur. Joseph thought of something similar to what had happened, but he quickly pushed it out of his head. "This is not the time to be depressed," he thought to himself, and he walked back to his workplace to find something surprising in his mailbox.

Amy woke up on a cot.  She was in a well-lit room.  Nobody seemed to be in there, so she picked her head up.  She quickly put it down.  Pain surged through her body, causing her to shiver.  She heard footsteps enter the room, and she slowly rolled over to see someone who appeared to be a doctor, a clipboard by his side.  “Do you feel better?”  She slowly shook her head.  The doctor showed sympathy on his face.  “That must have been a pretty hard hit.  You’ve been passed out for nearly 6 hours.”  He scanned something on his clipboard.  “Your X-rays show minimal skull damage.  You’re pretty lucky that we don’t have to do major surgery on your head.”  Amy did a grim smile.  “Heh,” she managed.  The doctor sat down in a chair next to her.  “However, we’re afraid that your brain might have suffered slightly.”  Amy’s eyes locked on him.  The doctor continued, “You may have some hallucinations that are similar to LCD.  They seem to trigger memories at various times or in meeting certain people.  Don’t worry; this won’t affect you for a lifetime.  The longest it could last is approximately…” he hesitated, seemingly in thought, “half a year.”  Amy’s eyes grew wide.  The doctor laughed.  “Don’t worry about it.  I assure you that soon you’ll be just like any other girl here in Metropolis.  Trust me.”  The doctor stood up.  “I suggest you stay in here until you fully recover.  But when you’re ready, you’re free to go.”  The doctor left, leaving Amy with her thoughts.

There was no proper funeral. It was just another body the earth had claimed in a junkyard. There were 2 in attendance, with only 1 living. Sonic knelt down, digging a hole for his best friend. Before lowering him into it, Sonic sobbed once more, on his soft, furry, but cold body. The last thing he wanted to do was leave his best friend, even if he had no life left in him, in a dark, damp hole. But it was only right. Sonic let go of his best friend forever, letting him fall into the hole, a soft thud heard at the bottom. Sonic stared, hopeless, at the top of the hole, weeping uncontrollably. His mind regretted what he’d done, but his heart stayed the same. Sonic murmured, in a scratchy tone, “T-Tails… you’re the best friend I ever had.”  That was all he could say.  What followed was a deathly silence.  His feet wanted to move, wanted to go somewhere, anywhere but here, but his mind forced him to stay at the burial spot. “Tails…” Sonic managed.  “Sonic.”  Sonic whirled around to see another hedgehog, about the same age, dressed in a black dress with ghostly white hair. "Go, Sonic, go now." Sonic stayed put.  “Who are you?”  “Sonic, go.  Go for your life.”  Sonic reluctantly broke into a run and didn’t stop until he reached the edge of the junkyard.  Sonic thought long and hard before looking back. A trail of smoke rose to the sky.  Tails, every memory of him, was gone.  Gone forever.  Sonic kneeled to the dirty ground.  “Why?” he yelled out.  “Why??”  The breeze was his only reply.  He thought he saw Tails’s face in the rising smoke, which was enough to send him weeping.  That was where he slept that night.