"Stilles," His younger sister called out to him. Currently, he was rushing around the house getting the needed materials for the long trip ahead of them. He didn't even look back at her but answered her call. "What?"

"Sonic will go. But I have to do something and you're going to be mad. "

"What?" Stilles snapped and turned to look at her. Her expression was cautious. She knew he wouldn't approve but he had no choice to approve. It was her decision. He'd have to allow it.

"I have to go with him to the town. We have to warn people to take shelter. This could get ugly and it's very chicken of us to just up and run away from our problems. I caused this now I have to go and help people so they don't suffer."

"Have you lost your mind?! You can't help anyone. This isn't their kinda thing to fight. Have you forgot their normal and we're not?"

"But it's my thing to fight." Timber replied, raising her stern voice. It was hard to get her point across to Stilles without him lashing out at her. She'd already cause so much and she was asking him to wait while they ran off to warn people. She was putting him in more danger. But she had too, she promised she'd do it.

"It won't take long. An hour, tops. But I have to do this. If I don't-" Her voice trailed off, lost her thoughts.

"I- I'll go; only if you promise your word."

"We'll warn everyone. I promise."

"I just have to, Stilles. You've just got to trust me."

"Trusting has already caused so much damage, you know that. You can't just go to the town. Isn't that where the news is recorded, in town? There's already been a tornado, we both saw that broadcast. It's what ended it. The damage is already done there. There's nothing you can do to help those people."

"If the damage is already done, it should be safe to go to the town. I can still help those people. If they're hurt, I can get them help. Just please, Stilles. I have to do this."

Stilles stopped what he was doing and brushed off her ideas with the thought that she was only naive. There was nothing she could do to help those people. He knew it. If anyone survived, they'd be seriously injured by the time she got to the town. However, he knew his little sister wouldn't give up until she got what she wanted. It's one of the qualities she carried from their father's genetics. With fire in her eyes, determination sinking, she'd begged Stilles to let her go. And he knew he had to do what she thought was best, even if she couldn't do anything to control what she created.

He sighed and took a glimpse of Timber's eyes. Were they puffy? Had she been crying? While he wouldn't question, he knew she was clearly upset. "You're going to get down there and see there's nothing you can do, Timber-"

"Then let me." She cut him off. She was stubborn, very stubborn and it was one of her flaws. But it the end, it only made her stronger. The lessons she learned are from the charismatic of being stubborn. She either had to pass or learn. And the truth is, she only became tough, emotionally. It displayed her strength and her intelligence. Or what Stilles thought was stupidity. But underneath, it truly was intelligence and it kept her going. It made her stronger.

"Where's that hedgehog?" Stilles asked although he knew she wouldn't let him near Sonic unless he agreed to not be rude. Stilles was tough on guys near his sister. Being Sonic is the one involved in this situation, he would surely give him hell. Timber glanced behind him, glimpsing out the window at the cloudy meadow. The wind spun the grass in a delicate manner. She was relieved it hadn't started here yet. It left her in a fantasy trance, lost in her own, quiet thoughts. But she shook it off when she noticed she was losing grasp on reality. It had been so calming, so relaxing. She'd wish she never lost this particular state of mind. When she noticed Stilles, impatient. She stammered. "He's, uh, uh

"Timber?" Stilles snapped his fingers in front of her face, trying to grab her attention. She shook her head slightly and stared back at him.

"Sorry Stilles, it's just so, uh, he's in the, uh, kitchen." She stuttered. What was wrong with her? She seemed in she couldn't keep her thoughts in one place. It was strange, yes, but she attempted to fix herself and walked away from her brother. He would follow behind, she imagined. But when she twirled around to see if he was behind her, he wasn't. Why did he ask where he was if he didn't want to speak to him? "Stilles?" She questioned.

He didn't answer.

She turned to walk back into his bedroom. Where did he go? He was just here. She thought. How did he get out of the bedroom without walking in front of her, and especially so quickly? She spun to glance outside the bedroom. He wasn't there either. Was she perhaps losing it? Nah, he was playing games with her, right? "Stilles, this isn't funny. Come out, for real. I'm not in the mood to play games with you."

No answer.

She was getting frustrated. "Whatever." She mumbled. She had to hurry to the town and this game he was playing was only delaying the inevitable. She walked off from his bedroom and walked into the kitchen. Sonic was supposed to0 be waiting for her. But he wasn't there. Not you too. She thought. She was beyond frustrated at these childish games they were playing with her. Hadn't she already dealt with enough today? She needed to leave but she couldn't without Sonic. It was making her angry.

"Where are you? C'mon, Sonic. We really don't have the time to play cat and mouse. Let's go, please."

Another empty answer.

Another empty space.

She felt alone.

"Please." Timber whimpered into the eerie silence. What made them play such a terrible prank and actually work together to do something like this to her? It shocked her. But it made her feel even more lonely. She imagined this is what silence would sound like if she didn't fix her mistake. This silence, this agonizing silence. It was all her fault. And she had to fix it immediately.

But before another thought could process, she screamed.

The floor had grass growing slowly through it. It tickled her legs and she started to turn and run. Out of the kitchen, into the living room, the grass hadn't made it's round. She stopped and took a deep breath. Until a pair of warm, sweaty hands reached her shoulders and brought her back to reality.

Stilles.

"Timber? Timber, snap out of it. Sonic, get me a moist towelette. She's still unconscious. But I think she's coming out of this trance."

Timber tried to speak but she stumbled immensely on everything she said. "St- Stilles?"

"You're having a seizure, just look into my eyes and don't lose sight of me, okay? Sonic's gone into the bathroom to get something to wipe the sweat from your face. You're alright for now. We'll talk when you're able to, just do as I said. And don't speak. Just relax."

"Seizu-?"

"Do as I said." He repeated, in a stern tone. Timber tried to relax her body but when she glanced at the floor, the grass was gone. Her body relaxed; she took a deep breath. Was the grass a hallucination? While she hadn't had a seizure since she was a child, this was definitely how she remembered them. Hallucinations, chest tingling, semi-unconscious. It was hardening to understand what caused this odd occurrence, why would grass ever grow out of the floor? Questions, questions, but no answers. She felt Sonic's presence come into the room and felt a damp cloth dabbing her face. Her brother was mumbling to himself. In her dazed state, she couldn't figure out what he said that low, but she tried to understand. "Ear-..." Broken speech. "She's hullucin-.. This would happ-.. of course.."

"Talking to yourself doesn't help matters, S- Stilles. I- have to go.." her words stumbled. When Stilles tried to protest, she moved his hand sloppily from her face. "I'm fine, r- really. But we have to help tho- those p- people. Just a tiny seizure; lasted a few seconds. I'll be f- fine. I p- promise."

"No, Tim-"

"Stilles." She said, walking away from him and towards the kitchen to leave. "I h- have to. C'mon Sonic. We h- have to go."

Sonic walked to her, protesting himself. "I can go by myself, Tim. You're not well enough to help me in your condition."

"I'm f- fine." Her lip quivered. "At least, I w- will be. Just let's go so we can leave."

Stumbling out of the kitchen door, she left the small, wooden house to Stilles until she returned home from helping people.