*My brother's POV*

On this Earth, it was still extremely depressing. Everyday scene is still apocalyptic, and the pollution finally got to my mother.

She perished yesterday.

So, as my wife cried on my shoulder once again, the small TV in front of us switched on, but instead of revealing President Wilfre, First Lady Circi came on. I was sort of hoping she would speak instead of Wilfre.

"Ladies and gentlemen of America," she began. Her voice was very delicate, compared to the evil, sneering voice of her husband. "I stand before you today because I've been informed that there are some unanswered questions.

"Although a total of two have been taken, our main focus in this mission is Zathia. What is our mission, you ask?

"You see, we've watched over Zathia since she was a naïve 9-year-old girl. Now that she's grown mentally, physically, and spiritually by 5 years, we've decided to take matters into our own hands and sent her to Mobius (well, first to Wilfre's hands) to find her way to the most important factor of her life… her soulmate, Silver the Hedgehog.

"Now, to answer the most frequently asked question. By age 9, society had failed to show selflessness, so we decided to see how things would change if we took some cherished members away.

"Oh, Zathia? She and Silver are doing alright. They are currently alone on a beach named Emerald Coast, where they have located two Chaos Emeralds!"

She walked off-screen, and the screen went black. All TV sets were programmed only to turn when the White House had someone making a speech.

We had failed to show selflessness, according to First Lady Circi. I was slightly enraged now. We had cared for her and raised her! How is that selfish?!

Clearly, there was some kind of mistake. Or so I heavily thought.

All I wanted now was for Zathia and Bella to be pried from the arms of Silver and Edward and brought back to us.

*Wilfre's POV*

Things were coming along smoothly. Zathia was living her dream life with her dream lover, which put me in a state of satisfaction.

I was looking over the area around the White House when I spotted two old men conversing. What it was about was what intrigued me. They were talking about Zathia.

"Curse that Wilfre," one said. "Who cares about a simple 14-year-old girl? I want my house back!"

I went inside immediately, disgusted. I would have put the person out of his misery, but I was feeling oddly like a pacifist.

I quickly encountered Circi.

"This is what I'm talking about!" I raged, scaring her a bit.

"I saw it, too," said Circi. "Everyone cares too much about themselves to be happy for Zathia!"

"Circi," I said. "What will we do if people do prove worthy? I don't want to ruin her perfect life for some reason…"

"We don't have to," she replied. "We can welcome Edward, along with Mobius's inhabitants, to Earth along with Zathia and Bella."

"But the people," I argued. "They'll never agree to it!" Now, she looked puzzled. Eventually, however, she gasped happily.

"That's alright," she said. "One word: spacecraft."

I understood her plan.

"People aren't going to want to go to space just to see their loved ones!" I said.

"They're going to have to," replied Circi. "Don't you see? That further proves their selfishness!"

I couldn't believe I hadn't thought of that before.

"Alright," I said with clear confidence. "It's a plan."