Thirty-year-old Sonic the Hedgehog sat on his porch couch in his coast house with his thirteen-year-old son, Red. Sonic had a leather jacket, with a white tee, a necklace of a crucifix, jeans, and his typical shoes. Red had his father's spikes and ears; his fur was a not-too-deep shade of blue, his eyes and nose were similar to his mother. He had the laid-back attitude of his father, but the passion of his mother.

Here they were, relaxing, around 6:30 p.m. when Red asked his father, "Dad, what was my mother like?"

Having known this question would soon come up, he replied, "Your mother was a strong-willed, passionate, well-liked person," he said as he continued to stroke Red's hair, "You have her eyes and her passion" He looked down, remembering what it was like before he got separated from her.

"You know what? Let me tell you the story about how your mother and I met".