Sonic raced back to his apartment. He burst through the door in breakneck speed and slammed it close behind him. He pushed his back up against it as he panted for breath and had a worried look on his widened-eyed face. Tails and Knuckles stared at him in shock, wondering what had happened. "Sonic?" Tails asked. Knuckles stood up and placed his fists on his hips. "What happened to you?" Sonic's quills dripped with sweat and his fur looked soaking wet. He looked at them with scared eyes. "It's Amy…" he gulped. "…she ran away…" He showed them the note she left. Tails and Knuckles looked at him with widened eyes, but Tails looked more worried. "She…ran away?" he exclaimed. "How could this happen?" Sonic gulped and he looked at the note nervously. He trembled, but he read the note aloud to them.

When he finished reading, Knuckles shook his head and gave him a dark glare. "You yelled at her and called her a pushy brat…didn't you?" he asked, eyeing him suspiciously. "I didn't mean to!" Sonic snapped. He plopped himself on the couch and put his face in his palm. He punched the pillow on the couch out of his rage. "It's my fault! She got me mad and I yelled!" Tails cupped his hand over his mouth and rubbed his chin in a hopeless maneuver. "This is terrible…" he said. "Where could she be? How are we going to find her?" Sonic began to get angry. "I don't know Tails! I just don't know!" He had a small tear in his eye, but it remained motionless in the corner and glistened in the light like a piece of glitter. He got up and kept his eyes clamped shut. "We'll find her…I know a way of how we can," he said. His heart began to hurt. What have I done, he thought to himself. It's all my fault…and I've got to fix it.

Amy travelled through the busy city, carrying a load behind in her giant suitcase. It was heavy, and people were making it worse by pushing her around and calling her names like "dead beet". It was rush hour, and so it was like a stampede around her. People in suits and carrying brief cases nearly trampled her, as she was trying her best to get through them alive. One man she ran into even yelled at her and spit on her, not even caring for the poor pink hedgehog. She swam through the crowd, not looking back. It took a while until she finally got to an area by a building where she could jump out of the stampede. She jumped out, nearly losing her whole suitcase. Her fur was messy and a bit filthy along with her dress torn at the bottom and her eyes have lost their crystal gleam. She saw a dark alley between two large buildings, and she sheltered herself into it to hide herself from danger.

It was stuffy in the alley, and shadows lurked in every dusty corner. She ignored those little cons, though. All she was worried about was surviving life on her own from now on. She turned her back against the crusty brick wall in the back of the alley and slid down to the ground, with her knees pushed against her chest and under her chin. She buried her face into her knees, letting the tears drip from her face onto her red dress like blood. Her heart was hurting, and she didn't know what to do. It was like she was abandoned, locked in the dark, filthy walls of prison. She was lonely and no one would care—like she's a nobody. "I'm alone…no one likes me…" she whimpered softly. "My life is slowly fading, and I'm in silence with no one to care for me! What happened to me…?"

Her heart was locked in coldness and silence. There wasn't any hope at all left in her lonely spirit. "Well, well, what've we got here?" a scratchy voice said. Amy's teary eyes grew wide as she looked up. Her heart began to accelerate in her chest as she heard sinister laughter coming from every shadowy corner in the alley. Suddenly she saw shady figures pop out of nowhere in the distance in front of her, and they didn't look friendly. There were three of them, one green chameleon, one mean-looking wolf, and a crocodile. They were all female and they wore black, leather motorcycle jackets. The chameleon wore ugly black lip stick and wore coal black boots. The wolf, seemingly their leader, had a sinister smirk on her face with a long black scar down her neck. The crocodile had a sinister, toothy grin with razor-sharp teeth hanging down from her long snout.

"Looks like we gotta little wanderer who's lookin' for some trouble, eh girls?" the wolf said with her scratchy voice. She had a New Jersey accent that sounded pretty serious. Amy became scared and stood up from the ground. "No…I don't want any trouble…" she said softly. The wolf crinkled her brows and smirked evilly. "I don't care whatcha do and don't want!" she snapped. "I give ya what I like." Her two henchmen watched from behind her with smirks on their faces. "They call me Deadly Fang. So ya better call me by my name or I'll snap you's neck!" She towered over Amy and glared at her with her dark red eyes. "We's the baddest gang in town, and we don't play nice." Her henchmen behind her laughed and smirked. Before Amy could react, Deadly Fang saw her suitcase and grabbed it with her filthy hands. "Heh heh, what's in this? You's little toys?" she spat.

Amy tried to take it from her when she began to take out her blue teddy bear Sonic gave her. Deadly Fang pushed Amy's back against the wall as she looked at the teddy bear with pity. "What's this? You's little BUDDY, huh?" she said. "That's mine! Give it to me!" Amy screamed. Deadly Fang threw it on the ground and stepped on it with her boots, ruffling its soft fur. Amy's eyes sank to the trampled teddy bear and her bottom lip trembled. "STOP IT!" The mean wolf clutched her white dress collar and yanked it. She gritted her teeth and pulled back her fist, about to punch Amy in the face. The pink hedgehog clamped her eyes shut tightly and clinched her teeth, but they all paused as a loud voice startled them all. "CEASE THIS AT ONCE!" It boomed so loud that it echoed through the whole alley. Deadly Fang's eyes became wide as she turned around. "HUH?" CLASH!Amy opened her eyes, but all she saw was a bright light. Deadly Fang was no longer holding on to her, but she couldn't see her or the others.

Finally, the blinding light cleared slowly and she saw the three gangsters collapsed on one another on the ground. They moaned for mercy, which surprised Amy. Out of the darkness of the alley, she saw an elderly but wise-looking old wolf. She was slightly taller than Amy, wore a long colorful robe and jewelry, and held a staff tightly in her hand. The staff was a golden pole with a big blue orb on the end. When she spoke, her voice sounded sacred like a god's. "Be gone, evil doers. Do not ever bully another living soul, or I shall blast you three from this universe!" Deadly Fang smiled nervously and looked at the wolf with scared eyes. "Y-yes, your majesty!" She immediately got up along with her two wounded henchmen and zipped out of the alley swiftly without hesitation.

Amy gulped and stared at the wolf with shock in her teary emerald eyes. The wolf walked slowly to her suitcase and filthy teddy bear and picked them both up. "Are these belongings yours, my dear?" she asked. Amy nodded, and remained silent. The wolf patted out the fur on the teddy bear to soften it again and gave it and the suitcase to her. "Are you injured in any way?" she asked, wiping the tears from her eyes. "N-no…I don't think so…" Amy replied softly, trying not to sound scared. The wolf looked at her with her gleaming sapphire eyes and smiled. "My name is Nyra the Wise. But you may call me just Nyra." Amy smiled as she put her teddy bear back into her suitcase. Nyra held out her hand in front of her. "If you are an abandoned spirit with nowhere to go, you may come with me. I will show you to my refuge. There, you can stay for shelter and comfort." Amy slowly took her hand and looked up at her. "Come now. Follow me."