Sonic awoke in an unfamiliar house. He was in a bed, his purple helmet on the nightstand. He heard voices downstairs, and got up to investigate. He looked out the window and saw his motorcycle parked in the driveway. It had some sort of damage to it, but it didn't seem serious. Sonic opened the door and walked downstairs. In the living room, he saw a family of hedgehogs talking. He recognized the nerd as Nikki, who tried to kill him in Monaco. He was sitting on the couch, talking to his parents.

"Look, I'm telling you. Whatever Cirrus Sky is planning must be powerful" Nikki was saying. His dad shook his head in disbelief. He was about 47 and had a 5 o'clock shadow. He was wearing a leather jacket with patches on it, mainly for the National Air Mail Service.

"Nikki, I don't know. It seems farfetched. I know Cirrus Sky runs Atmosphere Motors, but fixing the Grand Prix?" his father asked in disbelief.

"I believe it" Sonic said, walking down the stairs. Everyone turned to look at him.

"I have been wrecked on purpose by his drivers for years. Last time I ran, Jasper Collins got me. That sly SOB. Now, I hear he has a new car and driver" Sonic elaborated. Nikki smiled.

"Now, I have proof" he said. Nikki looked happy for some reason. Then, Sonic thought of something.

"Hey, why am I here?" he asked.

"Little John and I swooped in and grabbed you after you wiped out. Tails told us where you were. He brought your motorbike. He'll be here with Emma and John shortly" he replied. Sonic was introduced to Nikki's family: his dad Paul (he spoke with a Brooklyn accent), his mom Brenda, and his sister Anita.

There was a knock on the door. Tails was there with John and Emma. Sonic stepped outside with Nikki.

"What were you doing? Why did you hop on your motorcycle and race out to the track?" Tails asked. Sonic looked down. He looked like he had something to say.

"My mind was a jumbled mess. I've been racing since I was 5. I was a protégé under your brother" he answered to Tails.

"I have a brother!" Tails cried.

"He's been dead for years. That Nissan Skyline we used to win the Trans-France Race? His car." Tails looked shocked. Sonic sighed.

"Look, Tails. I know this hard for you to digest. Ask Knuckles. He knew too. We were at that race. I also wanted to clear my head. This race avoided him, too." Sonic said. He stopped talking, realizing he only made everything worse.

"Look, back to what I was saying earlier. I've been racing since I was a protégé of your brother. This race has avoided me. Cirrus Sky and Atmosphere Motors have been fixing this race and many others for years. I needed a way to stop them. I went to Lemniscates Raceway in an attempt to clear my head of all this. That's why I rushed to the track" Sonic said. He went back into the house, grabbed his scuffed racing helmet from the nightstand in the guest room, and hopped on is motorcycle.

"Tails. Get on. I'll speak with you all later at lunch. We'll meet at Saprky's Diner on the beachfront" Sonic said. He revved the motorcycle and off he went.