Miss Rose was stood in the combination living room and dining of her Station Square flat, staring at a wall that had been close to blank less than an hour prior. The pictures of her friends that had been hanging there were newly replaced, their mounting nails used to hoist a cork-board that had previously been hung on her bedroom wall. Photos, shopping lists and little notes to herself had been, for the most part, removed. Now red string connected countless thumbtacks, which themselves held up a variety of pictures and notes.
Eggman was a blue blur's most common adversary, but no one was better at catching Sonic than Amy Rose. It all began in the right corner of the board, where the romantic had tacked her present best guesses as to her lover's location- rural Eastern Spagonia, the beaches of Adabat or the verdant runways of Greenhill. The three locations were, admittedly, quite spread out and in themselves weren't specific to even a town or city, but that was the reality of tracking him.
Amy had first narrowed her selection based on a call with Tails, asking if the boy genius had seen him. She'd long learned to pick up on the stutter that indicated his lying, but she hadn't heard such in the fox's voice when he claimed not to have seen Sonic for three days and that he'd last been sighted chasing the sunset toward Apotos. That immediately ruled out Angel Island, the fox would have joined the hedgehog if they were heading up there to see Knuckles, and the three-day period suggested Sonic would no longer be in the mentioned country of white stone.
From there, Amy had taken to social media and scrolled through the major websites and the forums. Though Sonic himself did not really have an internet footprint, having lost or broken every single mobile phone Tails had given him, the hero's sightings often drew the attention of people who did. Pictures would be taken, more typically than him stopping for a photo people check their phones only to find he'd photobombed an image while running by. Others would post about just seeing him or just being too slow, often accompanied by blurry photos.
From all that gathered information, Amy had pieced together his rough movements over the past week and categorised them. While the Blue Blur wasn't presently in any of her predicted locals presently, his movements suggested he'd be heading for one of them-
"Amy?" A serious voice, sounding from the kitchen, interrupted Amy's train of thought, "Are you sure this is entirely necessary?"
"It is, trust me; I know Sonic better than anyone. He'll only stop under two circumstances," Amy responded in kind, "The first is if he's tired; but if that's the case he'll be even harder to find and won't pay half as much attention. We need to entice him into stopping and food's key to doing that. He never realises how hungry he is until the scent of something tasty hits his nose, he gets too distracted running. Set this up right and it'll be the perfect trap!"
"I understand that but…" Something clattered in the other room before, hopefully, being caught, "Wouldn't it be more efficient to work together? First on the baking, and then on the tracking?"
"We're burning daylight, Blaze!" The pink hedgehog shouted toward the kitchen, intentionally being overly theatrical, "If we waste time on a single task, our information might become outdated. If he makes it somewhere without people, it'll be way harder for us to find him."
"As long as you're certain it's what's best…" A certain discomfort was plain in the usually stoic cat's tone.
Sinking further still into the sensibilities of a detective, she called back, "We'll get him, we'll catch him before he even knows he's caught!"
The Sol Emeralds' guardian was the one who'd called upon Amy's particular Sonic-tracking expertise. They'd bumped into each other in a middle of a street market, the feline looking like her usual frustrated expression was only slightly improving upon their reuniting. New to this world, the royal feline had got herself lost while pursuing two distinct individuals, one of which being their mutual ally in blue. Though Amy hadn't been able to simply tell her where Sonic was, as the princess had requested, she had sworn to help her find him.
Was she taking this all too seriously and, simultaneously, not seriously enough? Of course, she was. But she couldn't help bouncing before she threw herself back to stare from the couch, taking in the vast theorist's collage she'd created. The chase offered by her darling Sonic was key to his appeal, her pursuit of him had generated experiences she surely wouldn't have received otherwise. By following her beloved not only were there opportunities to see and be with him, but she so often ran alongside the excitement hot on his heels.
Of course, information regarding her darling wasn't all that littered the cork-board. Connected with green cord were the details that Blaze had provided regarding her greater reason for traveling dimensions. A robot by the much too normal name of Jonny had been sighted off the coast of her island but when she'd gone to investigate, she'd found an interdimensional portal out at sea. This was apparently bizarre as the Sol Emeralds, and the sceptre that controlled them, were presently safely stowed beneath the castle. That meant, the machine had found another way to disturb reality and cross dimensions.
That was why Blaze was looking for Sonic, for someone else who could match the machine's speed and aid in its destruction. She also had some grander fear about this robot teaming up with Eggman but that was a little more confusing. Admittedly, Miss Rose thought Blaze was going a bit overboard, it was just one robot after all, but the princess' seriousness and Amy's own selfish want to see her beloved again had led to their current circumstance.
Comfortable with her board's completion, Amy turned to her key tool for locating Sonic. Sat on the coffee table was a well-maintained box of red-backed tarot cards. While detective work was all well and good, divination had more often than not granted Amy the key pieces of her Sonic hunting puzzle. A simple reading, three cards, would initially suffice. Past, present and future- just to see if they'd find him today. After that, perhaps she'd draw a card for each location to determine the odds of his appearance.
She claimed the cards, quickly shuffling them in her hand. Three cards were dealt onto the table in face down position, the matching floral patterns of their underside being put on full display. A certain tension hung in the air of the otherwise very neat and comfortable room. Despite the light overhead, and the relatively bright colours of the space, the excitement that came with the occult Amy dabbled in tended to conjure dark images in her imagination. The larger box of other goods on the table, including candles, often bolstered that, but alas, she was too pressed for time to enjoy and share her theatrics.
She flipped over the far-left card. The past was embodied by the temperance card in an inverted position. If the temperance was representative of Blaze, its inverted position made sense. Normally the card represented patience, balance, wisdom and looking ahead. Blaze brought balance to her kingdom, she looked out for her people. It being inverted however suggested conflict relating to those factors, a conflict that had driven Blaze from her world. Not to mention, its inverted position matched the princess being out of place in the bustling city of what to her was an alien dimension.
Confident so far, she turned over the central card. The lovers lay before her, in its upright position. That wasn't surprising, that card had frequently represented the rosy hedgehog herself and her quest for her beloved. Its standard meanings of commitment and partnership all made sense, in addition to its common association with crossroads in life- a choice of three was directly before her after all. Alternatively, Amy supposed the implied new partnership could refer to herself and Blaze, this was admittedly the most they'd really hung out… even if the princess had been sequestered in the kitchen for most of that time.
Finally came the moment of truth, the future's card would tell all. Would they find her beloved today? Or would their hunt be prolonged?
Amy's nose wrinkled as her eyes landed upon what she'd flipped. The first of the major arcana, number zero, the fool in its standard orientation. That wasn't a good sign.
Immediately, the pink hedgehog visualised their plan falling apart. Something stupid was set to happen, they'd set off for Apotos or Spagonia only for Sonic to turn up in Station Square the moment they left. Perhaps her beloved was even set to visit her this afternoon, only to miss her. But staying here and just waiting for him to arrive was stupid! Blaze wouldn't accept that and she'd be a fool for trying it!
Her fingers raked through her quills. The prior two cards had represented Blaze and then herself rather well, not an action they'd take. Was the fool meant to depict an individual they'd meet soon? In name alone the fool was a bad omen for their quest, but it represented a new beginning and inexperience. It also was a sign of beginner's fortune and having faith in the future rather than the difficulties of starting. While there were ways in which the card could represent Sonic, there were better cards for that purpose. No, this was someone else. But who was the fool? Maybe the robot that-
A thud at the door pulled Amy from her thoughts and pulled her eyes to the door. She had called Cream upon meeting with Blaze, both to reunite the pair and because she knew a larger crowd would more likely draw Sonic's attention, but they were set to pick up the rabbit while on their way. Besides, she didn't fit the fool card.
Tails was in his workshop, Knuckles was surely up on Angel Island and everyone else was undoubtedly busy. Perhaps this really was her tarot in action and the fool was set to represent all the work she'd done only for Sonic to show up on his own. Then again, she couldn't help but wrack her brain for who else the fool might represent.
Feeling a twang of suspicion, Amy rose to her feet and made for the door. She peered through the peephole, only to get an eyeful of an individual stood much too close to the door. She was immediately met with a set of bright yellow eyes, not staring back through the one-way window at her but just toward the door. A sun kissed muzzle, bordering on being sunburnt, was also just in view and the bottom of white quills, messy and bedraggled, were visible just above the eyes. Only one person Amy knew fit that combination of features, one she knew about as poorly as she knew the feline struggling in the kitchen.
Undoing the latch, Amy pulled open the door and revealed a rather dirty Silver the hedgehog. A musk best described as industrial encroached upon her nostrils, surely sweeping into the flat. He smelled of petrol, fire and sweat, not a good combination. His boots were a perfect microcosm of his entire state, worn within an inch of falling apart and marred by filthy stains.
He stumbled forward, having clearly been using the door to hold himself upright, but he caught himself on the frame before he could breach her abode, "H-Hey, Amy. Is everything okay?"
"Yes, everything's fine," Her brow arched, "Are you okay, Silver?"
"W-What? Me? Yeah, I'm fine," He stammered, "Can I come in?"
Despite what he'd said, Silver very clearly wasn't fine. The more time she spent scrutinising him, the more she picked up on things like the exhausted look in his eyes and his bandaged right shoulder. A wheeze kept slipping his breath and he wasn't nearly a good enough actor to cover it, he looked totally exhausted.
Amy stepped back and pushed open the door further, revealing the cream carpeted interior of her flat's living room, "Boots off at the door, make yourself comfortable."
The damage he was set to do to her couch curled Amy's toes but watching how he tumbled into its comfort did prompt a small smile from her. Come to think of it, she reckoned she really did know hedgehog about as poorly as she knew the cat in the other room. He was psychic from the future with a strong sense of justice. She was a pyrokinetic from another world with a frankly ludicrous drive.
Was it coincidence those two had jumped into her life today? Did they know each other? Well, everything happened for a reason, and she had divined a so-called fool arriving. Did he fit that role? Its implied meaning of a fortunate future did somewhat fit him, but his current state implied the future was dire.
"This place is really nice," Despite how the rest of him looked, his eyes were gleaming with an exhausted curiosity as he scanned the space, "Do you live here all the time?"
Amy took in her abode again. She kept the place clean, but it certainly wasn't worth gawking at. The couch was made of white faux leather, it was just a little something she'd picked up second hand and was littered with heart shaped cushions. The coffee table was similarly cheap and made from a dark wood, it often doubled as her dinner table. Sure, the pictures she'd hung up were nice and she took pride in her floral arranging, but neither feature was truly special. Come to think of it, the pictures weren't even hanging right now, they were on the floor, replaced with the cork-board.
"Yes…?" She slowly replied.
"Wow," He almost whispered, drifting into a world of his own, "It's incredible."
Amy approached, hopping up onto the left arm of the couch rather than actually sitting on the right seat next to him, "Silver, are you sure that you're okay?"
"Yeah, I'm just amazed. It's all so normal, so comfy…" He struggled to bite back a yawn as he pointed across the room, "What's that board thing for? That's a lot of string."
"Oh, just tracking down Sonic. That's what the cards are for as well," Amy replied, gesturing to the coffee table before inspiration struck, "Have you seen him recently?"
A look of dread widened the tired hedgehog's eyes, "Is he missing?"
"No, he just likes to run here there and everywhere. You know him," She responded, not sure that Silver really knew him.
"Oh," Tired relief reclaimed him as he sunk back into the couch, "No, sorry."
How much Silver knew and how well he knew it had always been an enigma to Amy, but not one she'd ever spent much time on. As far as she knew, no one else had ever seen the future the hedgehog claimed to come from or even what he was doing in the relative past all the time. Every so often he'd just sort of show up, but never like this. Always just in the nick of time.
Her fresh train of thoughts left Amy with a certain curiosity, "How did you know that I live here? Is my flat some sort of important historic site in the future?"
"Oh, uh, no. Your flat's not really…" He winced, "The way I found you is sort of tied to the whole reason I'm here. There's something I want to ask you about," The hedgehog reached into one of his overlarge quills and drew a small rectangular object from its depths, "Do you recognise this book?"
Amy did have to squint at it, the tome was battered and burnt around the edges, but its form gave way to a cringe inducing line of thought, "Is that my diary?"
"Yes," He bluntly admitted, "Well, it's the diary you went on to write in the future I was last in. I don't think you'll write it exactly the same in this timeline, because, well, just because you know I find it," He quickly elaborated, seeming to catch her hard stare, "Does that make sense?"
"I don't know, but it doesn't explain why you have it, Silver," Amy slightly relaxed, "For your sake, I hope you haven't read it."
"O-Only the first page, the one that explains that it's yours and where to return it. It's how I found my way here," Amy wasn't certain she believed that, but the hedgehog kept talking, "It is also what I wanted to come back and ask about. You wrote on the first page that no one else should read this book, but I need to."
Amy wasn't stupid, but she wanted to properly hear the truth, "How do you know you need to?"
"I did flip through the pages, I noticed that there's an entry for almost every day…" He seemed to catch himself, biting his tongue for a moment before acquiescing to path of logic, "Up to a certain point. It'd be really useful for letting me know when certain things happen, yours is the only journal I've found," Amy immediately understood the implication, now bolstered by the hedgehog's own uncomfortable expression, "I really don't like talking about this stuff with you guys, I thought asking permission would be easier than this. I just didn't want to do something wrong."
A dejected look has claimed his face, though he wasn't meeting her gaze anymore. Instead, the hedgehog's eyes were upon the roughed-up tome in his lap that had drawn out. Tenseness was obvious in his shoulders; did he even have a plan for if she said no?
Amy felt her face soften. Though she didn't know Silver, it was hard to picture others in his position going to this sort of effort. It was undeniably endearing, other serious individuals like Blaze or Shadow surely would have just read the book and went about their business. The psychic had instead taken a more innocent route and through it Amy felt like she already knew him better than she ever had before, much better in fact. It was sort of strange, despite this being the first time they'd really spoken at length, and it being under implied dire circumstances, Amy felt comfortable sat speaking with him.
"You did the right thing, Silver. I suppose, if it's to save us all, I'll let you read my diary…" She couldn't help but smirk, a fresh idea had bloomed in her mind, "But I have a few conditions."
He looked up at her, the initial spark of excitement in his eyes, "Conditions?"
Given the news she'd just received of her future demise, part of Amy wanted to rush him to read the book and use its contents. Another part however, a much smaller yet louder and more cunning part, couldn't help but see the potential in her present situation. In the short term, the hedgehog's flying capabilities would likely prove useful for finding Sonic. In the long term though, well, a partner in crime capable of psychically grabbing her beloved would be useful. That and well, Amy did want to maintain a little bit of privacy.
Amy leaned in, ignoring the stench, "Well, I have a few in mind. First of all-
The kitchen door swung open, the loud hum of the oven fan tore away Amy's attention. In the doorway, a pink apron still worn atop her long coat, stood Blaze the cat with a black tray in hand. The muted yet disgruntled look on her face paired perfectly with the strong scent of smoke flagging from her direction. Amy immediately understood what had happened.
"It's no use, I concede," The feline approached, placing the tray on the coffee table. Twelve muffins, three of them mostly crumbled but all of them burned black, filled the receptacle, "That's the third batch. I've tried everything, even just scraping the burned layer off of them. They're just ruined. Can't we just buy food on the way?" She pulled the apron over her head, steaming to herself as she folded it up, "Who were you talking to? I thought there was someone else in here."
Amy blinked, "Isn't it obvious? Silver."
"Sorry, what's obvious?" He turned back from staring weirdly at the far wall.
"Oh? Who's that? Someone who can help us?" Blaze asked, not so much as looking to the psychic.
By Blaze's phrasing, it was as if she thought Amy had made a phone call despite the psychic being sat directly in front of her. Silver was acting weird too, not so much as introducing himself, but Blaze was being truly bizarre. It was as if he wasn't even there.
"Silver," Amy pointed right, straight at the hedgehog.
Blaze followed her finger but looked all the way to the far wall, "I don't get it, what are you pointing at?"
"Amy?" Wearing a look of utter confusion, the time traveller pointed back at the hedgehog in red.
The pink warrior's patience was wearing thin, "What are you two doing, is this some sort of joke?"
"I'm not doing anything?" They simultaneously responded, Silver's tone carrying concern while Blaze, further fuelled by her failed baking endeavours, was beginning to crack and show aggravation, "You're acting really strange Amy."
"You two don't… see each other?" Amy finally vocalised, "You can't even hear each other?"
"There's someone else here?" Silver asked.
"How long has he been here?" Blaze almost simultaneously followed up.
She turned to Blaze, "He arrived while you were in the kitchen," Then to Silver, "She was in the kitchen when you arrived," Then down at herself, starting to feel more than a little crazy.
Now both of them were just staring at her, Silver looking confused while Blaze was bewildered. Tentatively, the pink hedgehog reached out and poked Silver's head. He was real, she could feel his fluff and filth, but the effort only served to double his confusion and brought Blaze's head to tilt. Seeing a dark smudge left on her white glove, Amy had an idea.
She held out her forefinger to the cat, "Can you see this, Blaze?"
"See what, it's just your finger?" Blaze didn't blink.
"The dirt," Amy mumbled, but quickly recognised that the princess couldn't see it. Testing further, she pointed to the cushion beside her, "What about the couch? The seat next to me is dirty, right?"
Silver shot up to sit straight, seeming to notice what he'd done. Black stains marked both the white faux leather and the red cushions he'd been lounging on, "Oh, no. I'm sorry Amy."
"Don't worry about it Silver," Intrigue was starting to fill the hedgehog's heart now, just why couldn't they see each other? "There's a mystery afoot!"
Glancing to the seat next to her, the cat seemed to notice something, "I don't see dirt but," She stepped around the table, closer to the seemingly oblivious Silver. A frown solidified on her brow, signalling realisation, "It's like I can see the outline of someone sitting there, the impression on the couch..."
Amy thought fast, working her way through the senses, "What about the smell, you can smell him can't you?"
"There's only one thing I can smell right now," Blaze gestured to the muffins but her gaze was fixed on the couch, "But I can absolutely see his outline, there is someone sat there. I believe you."
Another thought was sparked, "Silver, can you smell the burned muffins?"
"There are muffins burning?" Nope, he clearly couldn't, but then he was already filthy.
"The tray that Blaze put down on the coffee table," Amy gestured in its direction, "Can you not see it?"
He squinted at the table, "There's nothing there… but the door did sort of open weirdly just before this all started? Was that her? I thought it was a really strong wind."
"Yes, but before this gets even more confusing, I should introduce you two," Amy stood, positioning herself adjacent but between them. She extended her hand right to the hedgehog, "This is Silver, he's a psychic hedgehog," She then extended the left toward the cat, "This is Blaze, her name is accurate."
That prompted a sigh from the feline, but she extended her own hand in Silver's approximate direction, "Please tell him it's a pleasure to make his acquaintance, despite the oddness of all this."
"Silver, she's reaching out for a handshake. She says it's nice to meet you," Amy summarised.
"Oh, I've never done one of those before," He reached out, using the right hand but entirely missing her, "It's nice to meet her too!"
Foreseeing further issues, Amy intervened. She took them both by the wrist and brought their hands to meet. To be honest, she'd half expected the appendages to phase straight through each other, but they did manage to meet. Their hands met perfectly, their respective fingers neatly curling around the underside of the others hands and their thumbs perfectly slotting in above. From the moment they touched, it was all so perfectly smooth.
There was something odd about their expressions once contact was held, a certain wistfulness hung in their eyes. For a moment, Amy thought they might be able to see each other. During the handshake, Blaze squinted at the exact angle to look at Silver's head, while Silver was perfectly looking up at her.
Blaze's words dashed that hypothesis however as she let go, tracing her fingers across her palm, "As strange as this is Amy, we do have a more pressing issue on our hands than me being unable to see him."
"You're right," Amy conceded, but then countered, "But Silver really could help us. He's from the future."
"The invisible psychic hedgehog I can't see," Blaze was wincing as if struggling to process that new piece of information, "Is from the future?"
"Well, anything can sound crazy if you use the right words. You're a pyrokinetic princess from another dimension," Amy huffed back.
"Another dimension?" Silver chimed in, sounding confused but staring down at the hand that had been holding Blaze.
"It's complicated," Amy waved him off, "Look, I think Silver can help us find Sonic, he's trying to make the word a better place,
"I'll help you find him, sure," He shrugged, "I figured that might be a condition for reading your diary."
"He just agreed… not that you could hear him," Amy explained.
"If it'll make up for lost time, then I suppose this might be worthwhile," Blaze's eyes drifted to her burnt muffins, "Please thank him for his future assistance, on my behalf."
That gave the pink hedgehog an idea; she drew the least destroyed looking muffin from the tray, "I think I know the perfect way to thank him, Silver?"
"Amy that's-
The conniving hammerer cut her off, "Hold out your hand," The hedgehog did as instructed and received a very burnt muffin, "That's one of Blaze's muffins, just as a thank you."
"I-It's floating, you've proven he can pick them up," Blaze relayed, "But you shouldn't let him-
Before Blaze could finish, the hedgehog took a massive bite. While from Amy's point of view it all looked normal, if a little gross, she was more curious about how Blaze saw it. Would the food vanish once it entered his mouth? Or would she be able to see it inside him?
"He's done it…" The cat sighed.
"Can you see the part he bit?" Amy enquired.
"I can see the hole in the muffin," She grumbled, "But not where the missing piece has ended up."
"I can't see any of it," Silver reconfirmed, his mouth sounding full.
"Drat," Amy grumbled, in hindsight realising the alternative would trap Blaze with an even grosser perspective, "Sorry Silver, it was just another-
"This is so tasty!" He shouted, beaming and he started to wolf down the rest, "Are there more of them?"
"There are but-
"What is he saying?" Blaze cut in.
"Um," Amy watched as he finished the muffin and took on a look of abject comfort, "He liked it."
"Don't lie to me, Amy," Blaze growled.
"No, no, I mean it. He was asking for more," She insisted, but was certain her face was betraying him.
"I was!" He insisted aloud, even though Blaze couldn't hear, "But, I get the feeling I shouldn't. You're going to look for Sonic today, right? I bet they're for him."
"Um, yes," Not wanting to incur the princess' wrath further, Amy seized her opportunity, "They were meant for Sonic. We should probably keep the rest for later."
"Alright, but if there's any left I'd love them," He grinned, only for Blaze tap her foot.
Evidently, having to use the pink hedgehog to communicate was wearing on the cat, a quick fix was needed. A few thoughts drifted through Amy's mind, each of them surely more foolish than the last. One idea stood out to the hedgehog though, one draped in fantasy.
"Maybe you two should kiss, that might break the spell," Amy half seriously suggested, paralleling their current conundrum with that of a fairy-tale.
Silver's brow furrowed seriously, "Do you think that would-
Silver kept speaking, but Blaze's harsh tone overpowered him, "I can't even see him, I'm not kissing him."
A jeering smile broke onto the light red hedgehog's face, "So you would if you could see him? I didn't think my description was so appealing."
A wave of heat flared from the feline, fists balled at her sides, "You know that's not what I meant."
"Oh, did it just get hotter?" The hedgehog asked.
"Wait, you can feel that?" Amy replied.
Blaze, seeming to catch her hot temper, folded her arms and turned away with a dower look on her face.
"Yeah," He nodded, "It feels way more comfortable."
"Well, if it works one way…" Amy hummed, "Silver, do something with your powers, just as a test?"
The hedgehog pitched the diary into the air before psychically grasping it, bringing it to hover in front of his nose.
Amy turned to Blaze, "Can you see that?"
"No," Blaze stoutly responded.
Amy gestured for him to stop, then suggested, "Maybe you should try using your power on her instead?"
"I can be gentle but," Amy caught the frustration on Blaze's brow, matching the psychic's concerned look as he lowered the diary, "I'd rather not unless she's sure she's okay with it."
It was weird, something like that had happened a couple of times. Outside her proposing they should kiss; they'd barely interrupted each other. When they'd been holding hands, they'd known exactly where to stare to look the other in the eye. Now it seemed that they were almost attuned to the other's emotions. It was as if they were in sync.
"Okay, I've got a different idea then," Amy wanted to test that aspect further, "Here's a random question. Silver, what colour is Blaze's fur?"
"How am I supposed to know that? I can't see her," He initially complained, only to shrink under Amy's insistent stare, "Uh, purple I guess?"
"Blaze, Silver has quills on his forehead," Amy exposited, "How many are there?"
Annoyance still wrinkled the princess' brow, "Amy, what are you-
"Just guess," She insisted.
"On his forehead?" Blaze processed the question before shrugging, "Five."
"Okay something weird is going on," Amy concluded, "I mean, it already was, but it's really weird. You both answered those questions perfectly."
"We did?" They simultaneously responded.
Amy couldn't help but bounce with excitement, "Yes, you totally did! It's like you're in perfect sync or something," Something about even just seeing the two side by side seemed to match in Amy's mind, "I have another idea, let's test if you two can see each other another way. Maybe once you have, you'll be able to see each other normally," She pointed to the left couch cushion, "Blaze, can you sit there?"
Once she took that spot, the scheming girl snatched up her phone from the coffee table and threw herself down to sit between the two of them. It was a flip phone, one of the first tails had ever made, but it served her present purpose perfectly. Flanked on either side by bewilderment, she held up her phone and tried her best to angle the lens to catch the pair.
Simultaneously they both went to ask, "What are we-
"Smile for the camera!" She cut them both off, too excited by her new idea, and snapped the picture the moment they'd turned.
The final image was a little cheesy, Silver and Blaze looking rather bewildered in the direction of the camera while Amy herself was posed perfectly and beaming straight at it, but it would suffice.
She turned the phone to Blaze, "Can you see Silver in this?"
"No," She flatly replied.
Disheartened, Amy leaned toward her fellow hedgehog, "Silver?"
"I just see me and you," He shook his head.
"Well, that didn't work…" Amy pouted.
The rosy hedgehog was still most perplexed about how this had all come about. Them being invisible was odd enough, but why the muffins? Amy was pretty sure the diary was invisible to Blaze too, she hadn't seen it when he'd floated it nor mentioned a floating diary at any other point.
"You could see the muffin floating when he was holding it, couldn't you? Even though he couldn't," Amy confirmed to Blaze.
"Yes?" She responded.
Amy snatched the book from Silver's lap, "Hey, I need that-
"Shush, it's technically still mine," She held it toward Blaze, "Can you see this?"
"No," The cat responded, but reached out and successfully touched the tome., flinching back as she made contact
"Well, at least you won't be able to read it. Hold onto it," Amy instructed, before reaching to her left, "Silver, here's another muffin. Don't eat it," He pouted, but did take it, "You two can tell where the other is now, because of where the objects are, right?"
Silver nodded vigorously, but Blaze was more thorough, "I can but, I could already by the shape of him against the couch, I assume he can do the same?"
"Right, but if you two were walking about, you'd have no idea where the other is," Amy explained, "Put those down and both of you pick up a card," She gestured to the coffee table. Silver drew the fool, Blaze picked up the temperance, "You can still see the cards, can't you?" Both of them nodded, "So it's not as if objects vanish when you pick them up…"
As she thought harder still, Amy's gaze drifted to the cork-board. Sonic could be anywhere by now, they had to hurry. That threat pushed her to form a hypothesis.
"I think that, because Silver arrived holding the book while you were holding the tray, neither of you can see those objects. It's the same with the dirt on him. That means if the other person holds something neither of you were holding before though, you can both see it," Realisation struck Amy, "If I get you both a new set of clothes then you'll be able to at least see most of each other!" Then it hit her again, "But you still won't be able to talk to each other…"
"If I had Sol emeralds with me, I'd attempt to use its power to sort all this," Blaze grumbled.
"Silver, do you have a Chaos Emerald?" Amy enquired.
"I used one to get here, but it stayed in the future. Can't have more than seven of them around," He confessed, "I know where a few should be though?"
That was all the motivation Amy needed, they'd exhausted their options here, it was time to be a proper leader.
"Okay, then it's settled," Amy sprung to her feet, turning to the two, "I'll go get you two fresh clothes, that way you'll be able to keep track of each other. Then we can go find a chaos emerald, based on Silver's knowledge. We can try to use it to make you two see each other, then go after Sonic together. Either way, odds are we'll need the emeralds later, so it's a perfect plan!"
Both of them got as far as saying, "I'm not sure the clothes are-
But Amy cut them off, "You can use this to talk till I get back," Pulling open the coffee table drawer, she set a board and planchette down, "It's called a Ouija board, usually it's used to communicate with spirits, but I guess it'll works for invisible people to?" Both of them looked completely muddled, but that wouldn't stop her, "You two stay here, if you think of anything else that might work just do it. I'll be quick!"
And with that final say, Amy left the two invisible individuals to their own devices. She rushed out and along the hall, bursting into her bedroom. Her closet was torn open, its contents made to scatter across the floor so that she could more easily pair disparate articles.
Admittedly, the pink pursuer rather lost track of time picking new outfits. When she exited her bedroom with her arms were laden with two full options for each other them. Admittedly, she wasn't sure anything she had would actually fit Silver, but it was worth a shot!
She'd made it halfway down the hallways when the first sign of a change became evident to her, Amy heard chatter coming from the living room. Though that brought her to a halt, she couldn't quite make out the words. Now tiptoeing, she rushed to the end of the hall, just far enough to peer out from behind its wall.
Her angle wasn't great, the couch was against the wall she was looking around, but that didn't subdue Amy's surprise at what she saw. They were hugging. The cat's head was stop the hedgehog's right shoulder, her arms were around his back and her hands buried among his quills. She was crying. It sounded like they both were? What had happened in the minutes she'd been away?
This meant they could see each other, didn't it? No, it had to mean more than that. Something else had clearly happened.
"Oh," Amy couldn't help but exclaim, but it wasn't enough to pull their attention away from each other, "It looks like you two found each other."