Still, unable to move, I lie helplessly on the ground. Then I hear a voice approaching. I couldn't make out what it was saying. Then I feel my head tingle. It hurt badly, and I feel like I'm lifted off the ground. My mind shuts down again. But when it comes back again, I feel a cool, refreshing splash of water on my head. I realize I can move my body again, and I open my eyes.

I lay in Sonic's arms, he was holding me above the water. I notice Sonic's socks, tied together, and tied around my head, to stop the bleeding.
"There, we're even." He says.
"Thankyou, so much." I say. He carries me back to the shelter, and places me on the ground.

I remember the dream I had. I think it was telling me that rescue isn't coming. We'll need to get back ourselves, so I look at the sun's position in the sky through the cracks in the shelter, and trees. The sun tells me where north is. Knowing this, allows me to know which direction is home. If we were to build a raft, we could row our way home, but it would take days to get there, and days of preparation.

I doesn't take much long, before I fall asleep. This time, a dreamless one, and I'm not waken by anything, but my own self. When I do wake up, it's night time, and Sonic's asleep. I can't bring myself to go for another walk, so I just lie there, thinking like I usually do. I brainstorm some ideas for rafts, planning out how on earth I'm supposed to build this.

Sonic wakes up early next morning. I tell him all my ideas about how to get home. He nods, and starts spin-dashing some big trees down. After he sizes them to the right length, he gives them to me. I position them next to each other.

Garbage usually made its way towards the island, and we found some string washed up. We use it to tie the logs together, and after about six hours, it was complete.
"Let's go!" Shouts Sonic. I raise my eyebrow.
"We still need to prepare." I say, laughing at his stupidity. "We need food, a paddle, and it'll be way colder out there, then on the island, and in the shelter. We'll need warmth too."
Sonic sighs, with a half a grin, at my quick thinking.
"You're right." He finally gives in, and starts to laugh at his own dim thinking. I decide to laugh along with him.
"You go get some coconuts." I tell him. "I'll make a paddle."
"Do we have to have coconuts?" He sounds annoyed. "Isn't there anything else?"
"The only thing I can think of is fish, and I don't recall you ever being too fond of eating them. But if you do find something else, go ahead." Sonic nods, then leaves into the forest.

I head there shortly after, looking for a big branch to use. When I find one, I use my sharp, fox teeth to gnaw out the rough bits. When it was all smooth, I start looking for another stick. I find one, and do the same to it.

I head back to the raft, and I place the paddles I had made next to it, and I waited for Sonic to come back, with the food.

I decide I don't need the sock bandage around my head anymore, and Sonic would need them to keep warm on the raft. So I slowly untie them, and unwrap them from my head. The socks left little bits of fluff on my cut, so I head back to the water, and wash them off.

I see Sonic in the distance, with coconuts in his hand. I stand up, leave the water, and place the socks in Sonic hand.
"Here, I don't need 'em." I say.
"Thanks, 'lil bro."
"All we need now, is something to keep us warm." I remind him. We look together.

Something that could be used to keep us warm. The sentence lingers in my mind as I search, next to Sonic. There's not much. The closest I could find, was a big leaf.
We looked by the shore, for some washed up garbage, but the longer we searched, the more it dawned on us, that nothing on the whole island could be used.
"What do we do now?" Sonic sighed. Suddenly, a lecture I had picked up at a survival in a forest camp, swirled his mind.
"We don't need anything. We can survive off each others body heat."
"Good idea, Tails!" He says.
"If we cuddle, we should be able to store enough body heat, to get through the night, without catching a cold, or freezing to death!"

With the supplies piled onto our raft, we were ready to go. We brace ourselves for the long, cold days ahead. I hope the supplies can last for as long as it takes.
"Ready, 'lil bro?" Sonic says.
"Ready." We tug the raft, so that all the sand weighing it down would fall off, and we drag it all the way into the water. It floats, calmly.
"It's buoyant!" I shout.
"Now, let's hope it can support our weight."
We get on, one at a time, and it seems to hold just fine. We grab the paddles, and start paddling our way home.

Author's Notes
Do not fear, the story is not over yet. There is still a long way to go! Will Sonic, and Tails make it back without drowning, freezing, getting lost, or starving to death? Stay tuned!