Central city shimmered in the dark – every lamp-post a glowing lighthouse, every window a square of colour spilling out on the sidewalk. On the streets were humans and mobians, panicking and pointing to the sky, dropping their bags and screaming. They took pictures and rushed inside, and some had even dropped unconscious. Sirens wailed in the distance.
Rouge's teal eyes shimmered in the dusk, and she put a finger to her glossy lips as if she was in deep thought, as she looked at the sky. And then she declared,
"Nothing matters any more. Do you want ice cream?"
"What," came the incredulous and incredibly flat reply. The bat just winked, and Shadow blinked. And then he sighed. "Rouge – the world is, quite literally, ending. And you suggest… ice cream?"
"Might as well. If we'll be dead tomorrow anyway, then I wanna celebrate with ice cream."
Shadow paused. "Isn't hitting the club more your style?" He then said.
She blinked at him, and said swiftly, "We'll do that later. So – do you want ice cream, or do I have to celebrate myself?"
He didn't answer at first, instead turning to look at the sky. Darkness had fallen a few minutes ago – it was not the sunset. A purple storm of dark clouds, swirling black and growing panic, it was. And Sonic had been gone for weeks. And the world had been in pieces for weeks. He turned to face Rouge again, and let out a sigh before saying, "Tsk – might as well say 'yes'."
