Journal of Sally Acorn
(Temporarily Repurposed to Miles Prower)
Date: December 3rd, 3234
Entry Made 1247 (12:47 PM)

Dear Journal ,

:: USER UNAVAILABLE, ACESSING EMAIL ::
:: GOOD AFTERNOON MILES! YOU HAVE THREE (3) UNREAD MESSAGE(S) THAT HAS ARRIVED AT 12:47 PM EST! ::

From: sallygirl
Sub: First Snowfall!

Hey Kid,

I know that you're not exactly here to see it, but the first snowfall came to Knothole! You should really see it! It's like Nova Kanada decided to unload all their snow here instead! Sonic misses you, as do we all. I don't know where they have you. Probably discovering the formula for immortality or something!

Sonic told me that the first thing he wants when you get back is a snowball fight, man to man! I think you can take him! That little noggin has some battle plans that you can use against him. I mean, you've had some practice in that area!

I also wanted to let you know that we don't know how long you'll be gone for, and I'm not sure whether you can tell us or not due to some utter crap NDA that they have you locked to. We may be called away on a mission that will involve ourselves leaving Mobius. You know how it is. Should you ever come back and find out that we're gone, don't panic. I know you're a big boy and can look after yourself (you're 13, I'm joking). Try to see Sonic's Uncle Chuck or even my parents. The Marine bunks aren't exactly the softest (what doesn't kill you warps your spine, amirite?)

Just to tell you that we're waiting for you!

Take care, kiddo!

-Aunt Sally

:: SECOND MESSAGE ::

From: trueblue
Subject: Yo!

Little Bro!

You're out in space somewhere and I'm having trouble finding someone to rumble with out here in the snow! I know we usually have a snowball fight, and despite everything that's been going down this year, I want to continue that tradition! You, me, and a whole bunch of the white stuff. Mano I mano.

Just let me get a head-start on building my base. I want one battlement before we start flinging snowballs. I promise this time, no running around your defenses! I wish you could tell me where you were, because I just want to know you're still OK and not becoming some sick Human experiment, or maybe you may have hit an asteroid, or been sucked into a black hole.

Get back to me, k?

Take care,

-Sonic

:: THIRD MESSAGE ::

From: ltvennett .gov
CC: trueblue , sallygirl , KNUX , rotornator , South_Belle , antoine_decoolette , Admiral_Andsworth .gov,
Subject: Get me out of this hole

You read it right. I'm dying in here. I haven't seen the sun in three days… I'm turning into a recluse… plus, Knuckles snores at night that can wake the dead… on Pluto.

Please, get me another assignment. I can't watch this rock forever. Nothing's happening. Really, nothing is!

Please?

Read: Admiral Andsworth

Sir, requesting a temporary reassignment. I have no real preference for duty, but I only have one proviso: someplace where civilization exists, and namely, not a Mexican Pyramid where the only company I have are the rats and Knuckles the Echidna… and I share more in common with the rats. For one thing, we're both bonkers about cheese.

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