Author's Notes: For once, the actual ANs are at the bottom. Short chapter here. Now read. o.o

The air was cool, the sun had only risen an hour or two ago. Thousands of humans, clad in black and suitcases, boarded the subways, trains and buses in swarms and uniformed children ran off to school.

Not that Amy was thinking of any of this. She ran through the streets as fast as her short legs could carry her; it had been hours since she was attacked. For all she knew, her friends had already suffered her fate, in fact it was likely, but she still had to try to warn them, hoping against hope they hadn't been ambushed…

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She reached the train station, tired and gasping from the run it had taken to get here; she didn't recall the station as being nearly that far away from her apartment building.

She sighed, remembering her plight. Of course it was a longer run. Refusing to be deterred by this fact, she quickly walked towards the stairs that led up to the train, determined as ever to get to her friends, whether blizzards or distant and crowded train stations rose to stop her…of course, she wasn't expecting wandering security guards.

"Excuse me, little girl. Where's your mommy?"

Such as that one. How had she been seen in a practical mass of black suits? Either way, she needed to think up something fast; having no parents to speak of, the situation could turn into many scenarios Amy classified as being not-good.

"Um…over there. I was just getting her a snack, she's hungry." Amy put on the cutest smile she could, maybe she could rot the guy's teeth out to distract him.

"Well, you need to stay with her. It's dangerous, you could get lost in this crowd very easily. Come on, I'll take you back to her." He put on a friendly smile and held out a hand. As much as Amy would hate to break this guys bubble, she needed to get moving. The train was leaving in a minute.

"Err…I'm really sorry mister, but…"

"Bu-OW!" This was the typical reaction one had to having his foot hit with a ridiculously large hammer. Amy promptly bolted back into the crowd, fully aware that that had not been the best way to get out of the situation.

She was halfway up the stairs when she noticed a few more security guards heading for the same staircase. Trying to keep the mass of black around her, she continued up, forcing her way through the thick crowd, knowing the guards could cover a lot more ground than she could. By the time she hit the top, and the crowd thinned and three rent-a-cops were almost behind her. She just happened to notice this, and ran as quickly as she could for the now closing train doors.

For once, her size helped her; she just barely slipped through the doors. She panted, her heart racing. She made it.

She looked up to see most of the people around her staring at her strangely, as though she was out of place…and given the people were mostly business-suit clad adult humans, she was ridiculously so.

Gathering up as much dignity as a pink six-year old hedgehog girl that had just darted in like the hounds of hell were chasing her could muster, she straightened, took a secluded seat not far from the doors and attempted to look invisible.

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Odd how people put into scenes what I put into chapters. This is quite a short one, just a scene I felt like adding to highlight the effects Amy's change has on her interactions with the world. Not to mention I couldn't think of a way to get this to connect properly with the next scene I had planned, it just seems to work better as a stand alone chapter…hence, you're reading this. Next chapter should deal with Rouge, and just how those negotiations went…

I'm getting these out rather quickly. Hopefully this will be a long lasting trend. Anyway…that's it. This page went up by 100 words thanks to this.