Hi! It's been a while since I last did a story on here. Now that school's out for the summer and I don't have to worry about projects for now, I can be more focused on my stories. Which is good. I still don't have Internet, though so updates could take time.

Lately, I have been pondering the idea of what would happen if Sonic just gets tired of being the superhero and just left everyone behind. I wrote a story around New Year's about him coming back after 11 years and the idea just stuck with me.

So, if you have read that story and want to know what happened in those 11 years, ummm…. Enjoy!

Attention: If you haven't already, please read Frost.

Prologue

When I was younger, I committed myself to clearly remember every single moment that I spent with Sonic.

That goal was made during the first year and a half I was living with him. I had only a hazy image of my birth family and I really wanted something to look back on other than hunger and pain. I knew from the beginning that Sonic wasn't going to be able to spend as much time as we both wanted with each other due to his duties so I never took these special moments for granted.

One of these moments took place a few months before my fifth birthday. I had been expecting to spend another night alone watching cartoons while the hedgehog was sleeping. Imagine my surprise and excitement when he came out and sat down next to me on the couch.

The show was about three little girls that were born with superpowers. They used them to save their hometown. But in this episode, they had gotten tired of doing just that and the girls had flown up to a cloud to get away from it all. When the city folk came for help to get rid of a monster, the heroes refused.

Now, all I remember after that is that the word exchange was so stupid that I eventually threw a couch pillow at the T.V. and proceeded to tell Sonic why it was impossible to relax on a cloud. When I went to retrieve said pillow during commercial break I did a face plant on the way back to the couch and decided to stay on the carpet. I was well into the next show when a sudden thought occurred to me.

"Sonic?"

"Hmm?"

"Would you ever leave the world with a monster if you get tired of fighting?"

"What?"

"If you ever get tired of fighting, would you leave for good?"

He was quiet for so long that I looked back at the couch to see if he had fallen asleep. He had not and was instead gazing towards the kitchen. His nose was twitching so I knew he was thinking. He returned his eyes back to me a minute later.

"Things change, Tails." He sighed. Sonic then caught me yawning and carried me to bed.

A question in that sense was never asked again. I think one of the main reasons why is because I discovered my natural talent in machinery and started to go on missions with my big brother. I now look back in regret because of it. My advanced mind didn't pick up the warning signs then that are clear now. But now, I can't do anything about it. What's done is done and now it's time to take the baby steps to climb out of the wreckage.

It's time to start Year One…