Sonic continues to run after Ivo, even if he hadn't a clue where he was. Why didn't he find him yet, he wondered? He couldn't have gotten too far, right? Soon, the sun fated away and left the moon to dimly light Sonic's way. Sonic was alone in the search for Ivo in the darkened world. But the land wasn't all too unfamiliar, and soon, the world was lit up with the glowing lights of the city. He was back in Station Square. No wonder it is now night time. Sonic thought to himself, taking a small breathing from running. But…would he be this far? He shook himself, wiggling his feet and arms before continuing, running for the ocean. He could already see the towering base ahead. Ivo HAD to be there. Where else would he run?

He managed to get to the base without any troubles, panting slightly. He was greeted by Ivo's eldest robot, the only one awake. "Sonic…what are you doing here, and at this time of night? Where's Da?" Decoe seemed puzzled, looking around behind the hedgehog. "You guys where suppose to be at the summer home for another week or so."

Sonic looked up, a saddened sigh left his mouth. "He isn't here, then?"

"What do you mean? Da? What happened to him!?" The robot's voice grew worried.

Sonic sighed again, looking down. "He ran off. He was growing really upset and he ran off. I've been looking for him for a few hours now." He could read Decoe growing upset; his dark crimson eyes grew a softer shade. "I don't know where he would have gone…if he isn't here."

"Grandma's grave." Sonic looked up, flicking his tail in hope. "He would run to Grandma's grave." He turned to the hallway, sighing. "I don't want to wake the others up…but I need to help find him."

"Don't. Stay here. If he runs back here, and you guys are gone, he'll feel as though you guys left him, too." Sonic turned, bowing. "I'll look for him at his mother's grave. You call the summer home and inform them of your understanding of his running away. If he goes back there, they'll call you."

"But how will you know?"

He jumped down the steps before Decoe could get a reply. "You are as stubborn as he is, I can see that much."

Taking Decoe's direction, he ran through every cemetery he could find in, and around, Station Square. He knew, at the very least, his mother was resting somewhere close by, as she was the only grave to have been cleaned by Ivo. He said it himself. Quickly skimming through the graves, looking for the recognizable last name, Robotnik, hoping she had taken the name in marriage.

A white bird caught his eye, sitting on a grave stone, flicking its tail feathers. He stopped, reading the name, Hinawa Robotnik. He saw fresh white flowers sitting in front of the grave. His ears fell, realizing he was too late. Ivo had been there already. The bird tweeted, jumping a bit from side to side, flapping its wings. Sonic sighed, resting his head beside the grave, gently closing his eyes as tears slipped down to the grass. A soft, womanly voice spoke into his ear. "Let me explain my son to you, child."

Sonic flung his head up, finding himself beside a young lady, white a snow. He looked around, but didn't quite pick up his surroundings. She let off a soft hum, placing her hand on Sonic's ear. "He was a lot like you when he was a child. He was always full of energy and fun to be around. But in the same sense, he was very shy and quiet."

He looked up at the woman, trying to read her face, but she seemed to lack one. "Are you…Miss Hinawa Robotnik?" She nods. "So…you were Ivo's mother?"

She nods again, gently rubbing her soft hand on his face. "He was always hiding from the other kids, staying behind me in my shadow. Part of that was my fault, though. I always pampered him, and stayed close to him when I shouldn't have. I know I wasn't to live past his teenager years, and I wish I prepared him for the world." Hinawa sighed sadly, her hand leaving Sonic's face. "I watched him when he found me on my bed. He balled, and couldn't leave. His father had already passed away, along with his grandparents. He was alone. He was alone and helpless."

"So how come he didn't just…die? Why did he keep going?" Sonic didn't quite understand why the question left his mind, but it did. He didn't even remember speaking them.

"He knew I would be greatly upset with him if he did that." She sighed. "You must be questioning his actions, then. How come he did what he did?" Sonic nods. "He blamed the world for his misfortunes. He blamed everything on his sadness and my death. But your friend was right. He also longed for the attention he believed he so longingly needed. But he didn't know the difference between wanting and needing. He thought that, if he got the negative attention, he would feel better. But it back fired, and it hurt him. But he didn't understand why. He thought it was because he was doing something wrong, so he kept doing it.

"Soon his wanting of this negative attention grew into a shell, and he was buried into it. He was blinded by the guilt he felt for everything, and wanted it to go away, but he did it wrong. He kept digging his hole deeper and deeper. He finally gave up, and continued his heartbreak, hoping that someone would take him out of his own misery, as he couldn't do it himself."

Sonic rubbed his head, a little confused. "If Ivo wanted to feel loved, why not just seek it?"

"He didn't know that was what he needed. He thought that love and revenge were sort of one in the same, what he needed to feel better. "

"If that was the answer, why didn't you tell me?" Sonic's ears flew back. "Why didn't you just say that He was seeking revenge on your death?"

"Because he never understood that it was revenge that was pulling him down into his painful depression." She sighed. "He couldn't escape it, until he finally realized what it looked like for someone to need his own love." She looked down at Sonic, her voice growing easy. "He had forgotten how beautiful love felt until he had to give it to someone he truly cared for."

Sonic remembered all to well when he spiraled into his own depression two years ago. Ivo confirmed he had gone to trick them, but after seeing Sonic suffering, his attitude forever changed. His voice was softer, and his smile was gentler. "So…I saved his life?"

"You did, Sonic." She turned to the north, pointing. "I do not know where my son ran off to, but he was here earlier before, when the sun had just left the sky." She looked down at Sonic again. "He could be in our old home. Where he grew up until I passed away."

Sonic backed away slightly. "So…he was born here?" She nods. "And I go…north?"

"You will find a large home, fenced around the back." She took a deep breath. "Hopefully you will find him."

Sonic lifted his head, his ears twitching. His eyes squinted when the bright sun began to sting his vision. He was asleep, and was for the whole night. His heart flicked panicky when he realized what could have happened to Ivo during the night.

He quickly got up, bowing at the grave, running as fast as he could north, looking for a large house with a fenced in back. Ivo's mother wasn't too specific, however, as many of the homes he ran past were the same; large with a fenced back. Which one was Ivo's old home?

Suddenly, a white bird flew past him, hovering over a nice white house, a fenced in back. He walked up to it, taking a deep breath. If Ivo was inside, would he answer? What if there was another family in here, and Ivo was taking away. He knocked his heart racing out of his chest.

The sound of the door unlocking made the hedgehog's flickering heart stop, the door opened slowing. The man was about the high of Sonic, maybe a little taller; his eyes a duller shade than Ivo's, but blue nonetheless. Sonic knew who he was with his nose alone, long and sharp. His eye brow rose as he found out who was at his door, and grunted. "What do you want, hedgehog?"

It was Ivo's nephew.