I Dreamt again that night. I was sitting in my racecar bed, just thinking. I was bored and I was tired, and I was really upset with how everyone treated me. I couldn't stake it anymore. I went into my closet to grab a sweater or a cloak or something to keep me warm, but there was a big blue box with white ribbon. I put it on my bed and opened it. It was a leather jacket and a pair of leather boots. Inside was a note. It read

'I made these for you. I remember how much you like going out in the cool weather, but you can never find a sweater you like and you'd rather die than wear those puffy coats. I dropped this off in your closet when you were sleeping, I hope they make a difference. I promise I'll get back as soon as I can even if I have to walk home all by myself to see you. Your best friend, Porchea. (I always hated that name)'

I put on the coat and boots and on the very bottom of the box, was a pair of sunglasses, with a small tag that said 'Found these in the attic. They seemed like something you would like' I put them on, and I RAN. I ran for what seemed like hours. I didn't turn around and I didn't stop I didn't want to go back I couldn't go back. The dram abruptly stopped there and I shot up, sitting there breathing pretty fast. I looked up at the moon and it seemed like I had only been asleep for maybe about half an hour. I laid back down next to Corset and went back to sleep, but I didn't dream again. I woke up yet again and I was confused. Usually when I slept next to Corset I would dream again. Even if I woke up more than once a night…why didn't I dream again? I was surprised how much it bothered me. I guess the dreams comforted me….well I couldn't sleep, so I sat there and watched her sleep. I noticed a lot about her. Every third breath was longer, her left ear twitched every five minutes, and her eye lashes were very Long, and seemed purple in the moonlight. I kissed her forehead put my arm around her as she laid her head against my chest. You know what?….I may be the bad guy and Sonic and his friends think that I can't feel love or compassion but I can….it just takes the right person to bring that out in you. That person is in your life already, somewhere, but you just don't know it yet. I knew I had feelings, and it wasn't anyone else's business but my own. I was excited to go on this journey with her. It would give us time to talk to each other. I closed my eyes and fell into a dreamless sleep, but it was okay.