Silver was going through the fiery ruins of Crisis City as he began questioning why he even existed.
"Does this make any sense at all? Is there any purpose of me being here?" Silver asked himself as he looked up at the red sky.
Suddenly he was grabbed by Vector The Crocodile, who wrapped him like a ball. Silver screamed as he felt his bones crunch up, with Vector chuckling as he stuck out his right, lanky arm.
"Ha ha! Time to rip off a mediocre game!" Vector exclaimed as he launched Silver, with Silver screaming as he went soaring across the air.
"Help...!" Silver exclaimed as he went soaring across the air, looking at the fiery tornado that was carrying a car as he crashed into a building, groaning in pain. "Oh... it's no use..." He then went toppling down into the boiling red colored magma below, being in too much pain from the collision to save himself with his psychic ability.
Vector winced as he sheepishly rubbed the back of his head with his left hand after watching Silver fall off the building. "Yeesh... maybe Espio was right, I do need more practice aiming..." He admitted to himself as he innocently whistled, placing his hands behind his back as he started walking towards the eastern direction, leaving poor Silver to burn.