"Mom? Where's dad?"

Vanilla flinched, almost dropping the plate full of baked goods that she was carrying.

"Miss Amy has her parents...even if she rarely visits them. Mr. Sonic says that his parents call from time to time. And I know that you're here, but where's dad?"

"Sweety, your father is very busy at the moment. He's just…"

"But why hasn't he come back? I don't ever remember seeing him."

"You'll know when you're older, sweety. He's just very busy at the moment, so don't worry about him, okay?" Vanilla shooed her precious daughter away, needing a moment to think about this herself.

Vanilla placed the plate down on the table in fear of dropping them. She glanced out the window, sighed, and wondered a similar, albeit very different question from Cream's.

Who was Cream's father?