These past two days had brought a bizarre tension that Blaze knew the origin of but not how to confront. Yesterday morning, a little before noon, Marine had burst into a royal meeting with all the disruptive force that she could muster. The now adult raccoon, stood in front of ministers and community stakeholders, had freely and willingly babbled about a weird old wizard who had offered to help with her ships if he could meet with the princess. Naturally, due to a combination of the shipwright's tone and chosen way of relaying this information, Blaze had rather exploded at her, insisting that she leave and that this so-called wizard should make an appointment. When the girl had tried to stand her ground, she'd been asked if this person was a threat. With a grumble of no, knowing she was beat, the raccoon had made her way through the halls but out the castle entirely.

That was, until eight o'clock this morning. The young raccoon had barraged her way into the royal bedchambers, claiming that the same old wizard had successfully pulled eight of her crashed ships from the ocean and aided in their repair by merely waving his hand. She said that he was some kind of psychic sent from the other dimension and that, despite how weird and old he was, he apparently knew Cream, Sonic, Tails and the others. All those things had piqued Blaze's interest, of course they had, but none of them propagated her curiosity quite like Marine claiming he'd sat on the dock ever since he'd arrived. He hadn't eaten or even slept; he'd simply sat waiting for the princess.

Unfortunately, just like the day before, today had been filled to burst with work. Gardon had passed away three months ago and, although the monarch was now mature, the burden of that loss was still weighing heavily on her. No longer having that confidante, that source of sage advice, was finally beginning to wear her down. Hours were spent dealing with fussy landowners and handling minor issues, with both sets of Eggman long gone too, the guardian part of her role had been regulated to a mere title. It'd taken until now, approaching night on this summer day, for her to find the time and leave the castle.

The evening was humid, even by the docks, but that wasn't too abnormal for this time of year. A dark sky hung overhead; grey clouds formed a barrier that barely allowed the pink of the sunset to pierce through. She was dressed in her usual working garb, her purple coat and white tights, but she wasn't entirely sure if this was work. Marine's descriptions of this man had been sparse to say the least- apparently, he was old, would glow with a strange cyan light and looked rather homeless. Blaze wasn't even certain that her aid was needed in the Chaos dimension and so she hadn't brought the Sol emeralds; according to Marine, he was just here to meet with the princess.

Blaze quickly found herself at the stout dock that Marine tended to work off of. Sure enough, no fewer than eight vessels that she could scarcely recognise were happily floating along either side of the wooden boardwalk. None of them held her attention for long though, despite how ludicrous and intricate their designs were. No, Blaze's eyes quickly fell upon a cloaked figure sitting at the very end of the dock.

Her attention was immediately captured by a set of seven quills, the formation of which she'd never seen on a hedgehog before. They were long overgrown and, though she could tell five ascended from his forehead while two stretched from the back of his head, they'd all began to matt into one continuous mass of grey fur. The cloak Marine had described was actually a garb formed from brown burlap, heavily stitched in places and acting as some strange poncho with long and billowing sleeves. Strangely, his right sleeve hung loosely at his side while his left reached up to cradle his head.

"Hello there? Are you the one who's been waiting for me?" She called out, trying to get his attention.

"Oh, hello," A croaking voice half-hummed from the form, he didn't so much as turn back, "It's a shame you didn't come yesterday, the sunset was wonderful."

Feeling a little slighted by the hedgehog's cheekiness, Blaze responded in kind, "Well, I'm sorry but my role finds me rather busy."

"Oh, no, there's nothing to be sorry about. I think I can make this work," Once those words sounded, the hedgehog's back straightened and his hand left his chin.

She watched from behind as he pointed to the sky and, though she wasn't sure what to expect, she couldn't have anticipated what would happen next. The once grey shroud that had blocked the sun was suddenly tinted cotton-candy blue. She watched as his fingers curled into a fist and the cloud mass seemed to convulse, almost gathering at a single point, before he flicked his wrist and spread his fingers. The clouds parted into a wide circle that breached the horizon and, as it did, his hand was made fully visible. A cyan circle shone on the back of his palm; by the tears on his worn glove, she could tell that it was part of his hand.

"Oh, today's even prettier, is that normal for this world?" It was only then that the form turned for face her, not rising and bowing like most of her subjects would but simply glancing over his shoulder with a soft smile on his face.

Behind him, the sun couldn't be more than an inch away from the ocean's surface and the sky was the most glorious shade of pastel pink… but that couldn't hold the feline's attention. Her eyes locked on the hedgehog's face, the face of an old and tired man. Sunburn marred his muzzle, giving him a rough appearance despite his smile. Plumes of white fur breached his garb's neck-hole, wrinkles covered his face and there was an age in his eyes that spoke volumes to the feline. Marine hadn't been inaccurate to call him a wizard, what he'd just done was ludicrous and he surely looked the part, but something in those bright yellow eyes called to Blaze in a bizarre way.

Stumped, finding herself unable to answer, Blaze managed another step forward before catching herself, "What on earth did you just do?"

"Oh, I just pushed the clouds away," He said, so very nonchalantly, as he turned back to the sky, "Don't you think it's pretty?

"It's certainly prettier than it was," She conceded through clenched teeth, daring to take another step closer. Though he didn't seem threatening, this bizarre figure had just split the sky with no more than a wave of his hand, "Marine was insistent that I come down here as soon as possible, was there a reason for that?"

"What? Oh, I'm sorry, no. I would have happily waited for a few weeks at least,.I heard that you're very busy," He patted the spot on the docks next to him, smiling back at her again, "I just wanted to talk with you a little, after that I'll be on my way."

Under normal circumstances, Blaze would have turned tail there and then. If he was just here to talk and willing to wait then he could book an appointment like all the rest; but these weren't normal circumstances. He'd parted the sky, brought ships back from the depths and... well, something bizarre was buzzing in Blaze's head. As she looked upon his form, she couldn't help but feel a sense of déjà vu; she'd never seen this old man in her life and yet he looked so familiar. The term anemoia came to mind but she was struggling to recall its meaning. Without even really thinking, she found herself stepping closer still to the grey figure- soon she was standing by his side.

It was as he turned back to the sunset, releasing a sigh of contentment, that Blaze truly understood what she was looking at. When Marine said he'd raised and repaired her ships with one hand, Blaze hadn't thought that he lacked the other. His right arm had been reduced to a stump, bound at its end, but that wasn't where the damage ended. Only his right leg poked free from his garb to hang over the edge, this figure had seen far more than his share of adversity. Even the smiling form of his muzzle seemed slightly battered and, even over the scent of sea air, the stench he carried was that of brimstone and sweat decades aged.

"And what is it that you want to talk about?" Blaze, rather bluntly, managed to ask.

"Well, um," He tugged at his chest fur, "I have a couple of questions to ask, but I'm sure you'll have some for me too. How about we take turns asking things? I asked one then you get to."

Today just kept growing more bizarre, he hadn't come to ask her anything, he'd come to play a game of twenty questions. Even with Marine, even with Sonic or Amy or any of the others, if they tried to confront her like this then she'd ask them to simply cut to the chase. But as she stood above him, a question did find purchase in her mind. He apparently knew the others, that meant he was probably from their dimension, so why hadn't they bumped into each other? He was an older hedgehog, was he related to Sonic? She didn't think so, but it was so bizarre- it was like she knew where he came from, it was almost on the tip of her tongue. Even his name, it was as though she was so sure of it but couldn't verbalise it no matter how she tried.

With a heavy sigh, not masked in the way she'd try to hide such normalities during her royal meetings, Blaze dropped down to sit beside the grey figure, "Fine, ask away."

"What, really? O-Okay," He seemed just as surprised as she was about her willingness to go along with this, "I'm, well, I think I'm eighty-two now. How old are you?"

Blaze blinked; this absolute stranger had just asked the princess her age in such a blunt manner. His lack of tact was frankly astounding but Blaze wasn't off put. If anything, there was something strangely homely in how casually he'd asked, "I'm twenty-eight now, going on twenty-nine."

"Oh wow, it's like we're opposites," He immediately seemed to notice, smiling even more warmly than he had before, "Your turn then."

A couple of ideas floated in her head, questions that felt strangely pointless to ask despite her not knowing the answers. Eventually, she managed to settle on one.

"Marine said you knew those in the other dimension," She posited, "Do you come from there? I've been over a few times now and I don't think I've ever…" For whatever reason, another surge of déjà vu forced her to hesitate, "Seen you."

"Oh, yes, right. I don't think you would have, no," He seemed to stumble over a collection of thoughts, "I'm from there but not from then, you see. I'm from their dimension but a very different time. Two-hundred years in their future, I was born. The time I came from though, that's long gone, overwritten by my travels," The old man said, as if it was the most normal thing in the world, "It was a bad place to live to be honest, overrun by monsters long before I was born. It took a lot but, after almost a hundred years of work, it's finally all sorted out. I kept going back to the past and preventing disasters, now there's nothing left to prevent," And she found herself listening, as if it was the most regular of answers, "I guess I kind of come from nowhere now though, it's nice there but it's not exactly home. I'm just drifting now really…"

"Right…" The princess mumbled, trying to take that all in and finding it surprisingly easy.

Up until now things had been weird but now things were surpassing the point of strangeness. Looking past the other oddities this figure presented, for her to hear what she had just heard and feel as though that was both truthful and normal was the most bizarre sensation Blaze had ever experienced. Perhaps it was because she was used to introducing herself as a princess of another dimension but the fact she was so unphased by his words was thoroughly phasing her.

Before she could dwell on it too much, he was smiling at her again, "I'm wondering, the others mentioned that you were a pyrokinetic, would you mind showing me…?"

Again, without much thought, Blaze found this usually questionable proposal agreeable. She raised her right hand between them and, with no more than the click of her fingers, the top of her forefinger was set alight. Almost immediately he moved in closer, his bright yellow eyes marvelled at the exposed flame.

"Though it took me a while to properly control it, I've had this power for all my life," She explained, snuffing the light against her palm, "What about you? What's that symbol on your hand and what did you do with the clouds?"

As if to match her, the hedgehog raised his hand. Light seemed to pulse and ebb from the shining mark at his hand's centre, tinting the environment around it. Once that had been shown, in such a casual way, the hedgehog turned and gestured to the sea before pointing his forefinger up. A light seemed to well in the dark depths of the water and, almost instantly, the waves ceased their lapping. Slowly coiling its way up, like some great serpent emerging from a lake, a long tendril of water, bathed in that same cyan glow, began to extend from the sea. It cut the sky, stretching a good ten metres up. Then, with a further wave of his hand, it fell away from them as though it was a tree that'd been chopped at the base. With a colossal splash, the waves restarted with a brief degree of additional aggression before, eventually, settling back into their regular pattern.

In any other situation, coming from any other person, Blaze would have taken this as some vague show of force. She knew that he could manipulate more than water, she'd seen him shift the cloud many miles in the sky, but he'd chosen to control the element that directly countered her own. Again though, for some unthinkable reason, Blaze couldn't find the emotion to be shocked or perturbed.

"I'm psychic, I've had this power for as long as I remember but, to be quite honest, I've got no idea how it actually works or where it comes from," His smile grew a little warmer, "I never really thought it all that important, all that matters is how these powers are used."

"I've tried to embody similar thoughts myself," She quickly responded, attempting not to dwell on that or the thoughts that came with it, "It's your turn."

"This is my big question, but I know this might be a little strange to ask. You don't have to answer it if you're not comfortable," He said, as if everything up to this point had been normal, "Do you like living here? Do you like being the princess?"

This wasn't a question Blaze was new to, it wasn't uncommon for children to ask what it was like being a princess, but Blaze thought his version carried a little more weight. He wasn't asking about the simple things, like sleeping in a big bed or heading public events. For whatever reason, the princess knew he was asking if she actually enjoyed the role she'd been born into and, again for some unknown reason, she felt prompted to answer truthfully. This stranger was compelling her to unearth truths in a way that she hadn't dared before.

"It's… difficult," She muttered, "Even though I hold a privileged position, even though I know I'm luckier than most, I don't know that I've ever been comfortable," Her head found her hand, her gaze drifted to the sea, "I can't see my friends often, I can't choose where I go and when, I can't even stroll to the docks on a whim," For some reason, although that was true, saying it aloud felt incredibly selfish, "But, it would be a lie to say I'm totally uncomfortable here. Marine keeps things interesting. Though I've seen adversity I've either been able to handle it or found the strength to call upon friends to aid me. Even if it's not perfect, I'm happy I can live here and bring justice for those around me. I don't know that I could ever see myself giving it up or…"

Blaze caught herself, grinding their conversation to a halt, "This is hardly professional of me; I really don't know why I'm telling you all this. I shouldn't be talking to anyone like this."

"Well, I'd be lying if I told you I minded all that or that I wasn't enjoying our conversation," His eyes seemed to flicker away from hers and, though he spoke positively, his grin drooped ever so slightly, "I simply have a face that a people find familiar, I think it's got something to do with my travels through time. People tend to speak with me in ways that they wouldn't others."

Somehow, despite the softness of his expressions and the newness behind their interactions, the princess could see that he wasn't telling the total truth. There was something in the bending of his brow, the way the words hung on his lips. Then again, perhaps it wasn't to do with him at all. Maybe it was the way his words resonated with her eardrums.

Equally though, she'd be lying if she said that she didn't see what he'd said, "You do have a rather…" She rummaged for the right words, good and polished words, but what she drew was far too flimsy, "Kind face," Though her stomach churned at her inaccurate choice of words, she pressed on, "Though that concerns me, it does really feel as though I've met you before. Were you a friend of Gardon's?"

"Gardon?" The word rolled off his tongue, she couldn't recall hearing that name in his voice at all. She knew the answer before he seemed to, "No, I don't think so. Who's Gardon?"

"He was," Her tongue hitched on words like a hoe dragging through rocks, "Like a father to me," That seemed right to tell him, even if it wasn't proper to admit, "I didn't especially realise that when he was with us but, despite that, I think he knew. He'd looked after me since I was a little girl, I can't imagine he didn't occasionally consider himself in that role," She found herself stumbling, emotions were bubbling to the surface but, for some reason, despite her oversharing, she didn't care, "I probably should have said I shared his view or made my attachment clearer but, given my position, it wouldn't have been right."

"Well," Hesitantly, shakily, that glowing hand of his came to reside upon her shoulder. Any normal stranger would have promptly been brushed off, told to keep their hands away, but something about that weight upon her shoulder ebbed with a further familiarity that she could not place, "It sounds as if I'd love to have been a friend of Gardon's, I'm so sorry, Blaze."

It was only now, having sat with him for a while, that Blaze was beginning to pick up on subtle aspects of his mannerisms. Every word seemed as though it was intently thought out, as if he was running through a thousand memories every time she finished a sentence- so often punctuated with a hum or the word well. It was as if he was doing what she had done for so many years; carefully choosing his words, trying to match her royal status. The only difference was that while she searched for professional words, he seemed to do much the opposite. Not once had he remembered to call her your majesty or your highness, regardless of how much thinking he did.

"Though it's not the same, I've lost someone close to me too," For the first time since they'd started their conversation, his gaze had flickered away from her and back towards the sea, "Then again, I-I suppose that's to be expected when you reach my age," He took another moment, his remaining hand slipped from her shoulder to his knee as he seemed to catch himself, "No one so recently of course, but it's hard to forget," She watched his brow furrow further, his fingers seemed to push deeper into his cloak as his words slowly spilled, "You never actually want to forget. If you do, you'll regret forgetting, more than anything else in the world."

Once again, the two found themselves sitting in silence. Blaze the cat, the cold and hardened queen of the Sol dimension, felt a few bizarre words weighing so heavily on her tongue. In a matter of moments, with only a handful of words, the tension between them had remounted and tripled. Despite that, she was about to make things even more awkward.

"D-Did you love them?" She stumbled to ask, rather immediately regretting it but finding it impossible not to say something in continuation, "The person that you lost, I mean."

"Oh, I loved her more than anything," His answer was so immediate, "So much in fact that I can't help but think I very much took her for granted. She never took to the word love well, it always seemed to embarrass her, but I feel as though I should have said it a million times more," Unlike the name of Gardon or so many other things Blaze had heard today, the word love in his tone sounded so unforgivably familiar. It made her feel as though she was some kind of demon for not knowing where she'd heard it, "She was smart, brave, strong… and so much kinder than she probably liked to think, let alone that she could stand to admit," The way he spoke seemed to carry a nostalgic joy and love that Blaze couldn't recall seeing in any person, across their entire life "She'd scold me so often, I don't think she realised that was how she showed her love. I don't think I knew it either, but I would still go too far and get myself hurt just trying to impress her. It was all with the intent to do good of course, never pointless, but..."

A spark had grown in his eye, another glow that she recognised, but so very quickly he seemed to snuff it. Worry lines appeared on the hedgehog's brow as he turned back to the sunset.

His smile frayed away at the seams as he mumbled, that love wasn't gone but now it was being tiptoed around, "Well, she went too far herself a handful of times…"

This old man, this man almost three times her age, had already established a connection with her that few people, inside or out of her kingdom, had managed. Somehow, in a matter of minutes and without seeming to try, he'd managed to bring her fully out of her shell and allowed her access to his. No, it was more than that, it was as if she wanted access to the walls around this history he'd lived.

"I'm…" Something about this felt weird to say, even though she knew it was right, "Sorry for your loss too."

"I'm sure she loves watching the sunset," He half hummed before catching himself and beginning to stammer, "W-Would have loved to, rather. This world is so very pretty, though I haven't stayed for long, I've found myself rather smitten with it," With his hand, he gestured out to the horizon and she followed his pointing, "Islands littered with limitless wonders, a glorious sunset every evening, softly rolling tides and wonderful people," He spoke such simple words but they were so plainly from the heart, "Yes, this must be the most beautiful place I've ever visited. Even better than the world I made."

Having not watched many sunsets, Blaze didn't think she was in a good position to judge but there was no denying the prettiness of this sky. The soft pink of the ether, fading orange away from the sun and red towards, it was truly breath-taking to behold. The way the silver clouds hung, parted by his will, as if it were a picture frame surrounding the view made it all the more special. It was as if he'd revealed something she'd never have noticed, like he'd excavated some fossil or deciphered some ancient code.

"I've…" She caught herself before she could say something naïve again, "I must profess, I never really watched it until today. It just seemed so regular, as if it wasn't worth noticing," That turned his head but she kept her focus on the view in front of them, "But you're right, it is beautiful," In this moment, having discussed so much, Blaze felt bold enough to finally pry and ask the question she weirdly felt she already knew the answer to, "What did you say your name was?"

"Oh, I don't think you asked so I didn't give my name," He'd tried to make it sound as though he'd just realised but Blaze could tell that was intentional, "I'm, um…" It took him much too long to provide an answer, "I'm Venice, yes, sorry. Its been a while since I've heard my name, let alone used it."

"Venice?" That name didn't sit fondly on her tongue, it didn't seem to suit him at all. No, without even watching him speak it, Blaze knew that he was lying, "You mean, like the city in the other dimension? The one with the canals."

"Y-Yeah," He muttered in an attempt to reaffirm, "I think I was born there. I must admit, its been too long for me to really remember now. It's really beautiful, but it can't compare to this…"

"I see," She didn't feel as though she could really fight him on this, not directly at least.

In the silence that followed, Blaze couldn't help but tear her gaze from the skyline and attempt to look upon him again. His heart seemed to always be on his sleeve; he was perpetually trying not to lie but plainly obfuscating the truth. Now closer, she could make out little details that were lost on her before. While his missing arm and leg were the most obvious marks on his body, it was clear that the tattered shroud he wore was intended to cover more. On his muzzle, just beneath his left eye, was a thin but clear gash that stretched almost the entire length of his cheek. The hedgehog's nose looked as though it had been broken at least once, the way his left shoulder seemed to slump suggested that arm hadn't escaped unharmed too and he was missing no fewer than three teeth.

These injuries would make any normal person feel bad for the hedgehog, but something about them was impacting Blaze a magnitude more than she'd expected. She'd been to hospitals in the wake of disaster, she'd seen people with injuries like his and even far worse following great storms and fires and floods, and she had felt for them… but it had never seemed quite so personal. Perhaps it was because he was older and she had just lost Gardon, perhaps it was because he'd shown her kindness, but Blaze doubted that. It was probably because of the bizarre connection she had felt this entire time. Who was this old man, who had he loved and what was he doing here?

Despite that question hanging in her mind, a very different one fell from Blaze's mouth, "Do you want to talk about your partner some more?"

Equal parts of his face read that he did and didn't want to but, ultimately, he resumed his talk, "I remember every detail, every little thing about her, as if we were together only yesterday. The way she'd flinch and brace at every bump in the night, the way she'd try to hide her laugh whenever I was especially stupid, the purrs she'd babble whenever things were truly peaceful, how she'd fuss over me while bandaging my injuries only to fuss more when I offered to help with hers," Emotion now seemed to be overwhelming him, he went from staring straight at the sunset to turning such that she couldn't see more than the edge of his muzzle, "There was this word she'd use, scolding me but not scolding me every time she spoke it. I didn't even know what it meant for ages; it took me until very recently to know just what she meant by it though…"

Before she could even puppet her tongue, a question forcibly spilled fourth, "What was that word?"

"Oh, I don't think I can stand to say it," Somehow, by only seeing the edge of his ears furrowing and the slightest shake of his body, the princess could tell that the old hedgehog was at least hurting if not actually crying, "I'm sorry."

Carefully, slowly, Blaze reached out a hand to touch his shoulder. That contact seemed to freeze him entirely or, perhaps, it would be better said that her touch had petrified him, "There's nothing to be sorry for, I'm sorry you lost someone you clearly cared so much for," For whatever reason, even though it was what so many had said to her after Gardon's death, that didn't seem like enough, "But, judging by what you said when I first arrived, I'm sure she'd be very proud of you. It sounds like you've lived a difficult life and done more for your world than people will ever know."

"She probably would be," He turned back, eyes red and plainly tired. He rubbed at his eyes with his stub, "I suppose, I lived up to our agreement."

"You had an agreement?" She automatically pried before instantly regretting her forwardness.

"We promised to save our world, regardless of the cost," Those words carried a weight that, try as she might, Blaze couldn't shake. He concluded with five simple words that carried a tremendous weight, "That cost was rather high."

Again, words seemed to leave her before she could question whether it was right or wrong to ask, "Do you think it was worth it?"

"I like to think this was," Pulling his hand from his face, he rubbed where his right hand should have been, "Other things though… no, not so much, but there's no going back now. It's too late now, there's no way of making up for what we exchanged."

Blaze didn't even need to ask the next question on her mind- the gap was filled without her permission. He lost his partner, whoever this woman was, to their task, at what stage and age she had no idea, but Blaze could feel her heart bleeding for him. He was old and so there was no real way to know when he'd lost her, he talked as if it was recent but to her it felt as though she'd vanished from his life long ago. This was just so strange, Blaze felt so many things that she couldn't express and couldn't recall feeling before. Why was he talking with her about all this?

Floundering, struggling for something to raise his spirits, Blaze blurted, "W-What about the others? I assume you've spent time with Cream, Sonic, Amy, all of them? Bonding with them helped me, did it do the same for you?"

"To an extent, I can't deny that, but I haven't seen any of them for decades. I've been dealing with their children and their children's children and so on…" Recalling that seemed to return some of the joy to his muzzle, "Their faces began to blur towards the end, I'm sure I called one of their furthest descendants Amy more often than by her own name," He almost chuckled, "It feels like yours is the most unique face I've seen in years, Blaze."

Not once had he referred to her as princess or by the likes of your majesty, he'd asked about it as her job but it clearly wasn't who he considered her. The name Blaze seemed to fall from his mouth and slip into her ears so easily, as if it almost belonged in the space between the two of them. Venice didn't seem as though it'd capture nearly the same space.

"But no, there was no replacing her; not even partially," He managed to continue, bright eyes gleamed with light even as the sun was rapidly setting, "Knowing them helped certainly but it's only now, as I reach this twilight age, I've realised quite how much I miss her."

Part of Blaze wanted to believe that was the only reason he was here, that the old man was a wandering soul that'd long lost its leash, but there was something in itching at the back of her head that told her that wasn't true. Furthermore, while it sounded like there was some truth to what he'd said, it didn't seem like the whole truth; his talk of forgetting echoed in her mind. Regardless of that though, this sad hedgehog had rather endeared himself to her and if she could help shed some of that weight from his shoulders then she'd have done good today.

"What was she like?" She more gently questioned.

"My partner was, and always will be, the best person I ever knew," His remaining shoulder started to relax, his whole form seemed to loosen as his stare returned to the sunset, "She knew me better than I knew myself, whenever I was pushing myself too far she wouldn't hesitate to stop me. Without even blinking, she wouldn't hesitate to knock me down or tell me I was being foolish. My emotions would get the better of me rather often while, even though she usually felt the same as me, she subdued most of hers. Whenever she couldn't though, whenever things grew too aggravating or a defeat crushed her, I was there as best as I could be to help," Even though he was looking off into the distance, she could tell he was more imagining than staring at the sunset, "She'd read poetry and prose while I liked to play games and investigate history, but we shared a number of things…"

For whatever reason, though she assumed it to be second-hand embarrassment on the part of Venice's long-lost partner, the way he'd phrased those first compliments and briefly regaled her with their history was warming the princess' heart further still. She found herself shifting just a little closer, entirely enamoured with the way he talked about this woman. Though Blaze couldn't even begin to picture this other time traveler in her mind, she felt as though she was familiar too. Albeit, in a very different way.

"The world we were born into was practically devoid of nature, plants refused to grow and rain rarely fell. The world of the past that we knew came from books and, of the collections of books we found, none would interest us like those tomes containing nature photography. They let us see waterfalls, lush green grass and sights we couldn't have even fathomed," He reminisced, "As soon as I found out about them, I'd compare her to a star so very often. It always seemed to embarrass her just a little, how I always thought they were so very pretty. I never meant it like that at the time, but hindsight and a life of living paints a rather different story. I was so very… well, it's not her word, but I was very oblivious to both of our feelings."

A few clouds had begun to drift, dusting the sky and obscuring the end of the sunset, but with a wave he rearranged the sky again. As he did so, she watched as his attention was pulled from that imagined place and arrived back at reality. What was pink had gradually drifted to a deeper red and the colour had begun to overwhelm the dark clouds that lingered upon it. Even as it was nearing its end, even if the sun would dip beneath the horizon in a matter of minutes, it was all still so beautiful.

"The way the sun paints the sky in such a natural way never ceases to amaze me. I love a bright blue sky, free of clouds, but the way this one contrasts and blurs them is just so…" The joy in his voice reached a crescendo, "I'm just so glad that I finally got to see this with you."

"See this with me?" Blaze blinked; she'd been overjoyed to hear him talk so freely but that stumble caught her full attention.

Her questioning seemed to stop him in his tracks, just as it did her. What could he have possibly meant by that? Panic and regret crumpled his face, "Um, yes… I'm glad we could have our meeting, as in…" The hedgehog's head quickly whipped from her again, "But it's been so long, the sun's almost set. I'm sorry, Blaze, I've taken up far too much of your time," A flash of cyan emanated from beneath his robes and, before Blaze could even understand what was happening, he'd materialised a leg from light and risen to stand tall. His remaining hand was extended down to her, "I'm sure you must be very busy…"

"N-No, I… Venice," As she took his hand and said that name for the first time, it felt so wrong in her mouth. It absolutely wasn't his name, "I don't know what has happened, or even who you truly are, but meeting you…" She scrambled for the right words, "I don't know what it is, but I feel as if there's much more to you. I've never talked to someone like this, let alone a stranger. We've hardly been together half an hour but-

"Th-That's why I need to go, even that's too long," He grumbled before a pulsing hum began to overwhelm his words. He raised his remaining hand and from the ring in his palm a disk of cyan light was projected. With another gesture, it was pushed outwards and Blaze could see a swirling blue vortex within that hole, "I've probably stayed with you longer than I should have, I'm sorry."

"Why did you actually come here? What did you come here to do?" Why was her voice wavering? Why was she getting louder? What did it matter if this stranger left? "You can't have crossed time and space just to see me, why would you do that?"

"Even if things aren't perfect, I'm glad you're safe and comfortable here," He wasn't listening to her or, at the very least, he wasn't acknowledging her words, "Please try to enjoy yourself. If you get the opportunity, please be with your friends more and live the life you want to live. You were…" He managed to look at her again, smiling while his eyes were stained red with tears, "You are brilliant, Blaze. I'm so glad I made it here before the end," Without turning from her, he stumbled forward and vanished into that void.

Her immediate reflex was to follow but the hole collapsed on itself and vanished in the air, spluttering out his final words, "Good luck," as it vanished from reality.

Alone on the docks, left with only the sound of the waves and the whistling of wind, Blaze felt something inside her ache in a way she'd never ached before. Who was that figure, why did she care, what had he meant by his end and why had he come? She didn't feel like she was watching one of her citizens die, she didn't even feel as she had at Gardon's funeral; this was alien to her and yet so familiar.

Having only risen to her feet a moment ago, she stumbled back and ended up sitting on the dock again. Ahead of her was the sky that he'd cleared, the sun had just dipped beneath the horizon. It was only a matter of time before his last impact on the world would be blown away, clouds were already encroaching on the space he'd made. He'd be wiped from this world, the ship's he'd revived for Marine would surely sink again, but, for some reason, that old man had claimed an eternal place within the princess' soul.

Why that was and who he was she'd surely never know, but she hoped her heart would stop aching soon.