Libra
Whilst analysing recent events, you might draw the conclusion that you've been led up a garden path. The truth could be more complicated: you may have heard what you wanted to hear. In the romance department this could have big implications. In another part of your life news about a younger friend - and where they're going to be living, could require adjustment to your schedule to take account of journey times.
There was no mistake about it. He'd been played like a fool.
At least it gave him the chance to check out Eggman's latest tech. He made a very good laser-net landmine trap. And the workmanship on his plasma-grid prisons was nothing short of meticulous.
"Tails?"
"Yes, Cream?"
"I'm sorry."
It figured. He'd gotten a letter, apparently from her, saying that she'd gone to live with her cousin, the Easter Bunny, and that he should come and visit. Obviously, he should have spotted the link between Easter and Eggman, but he was too busy being Mr. Cynical Scientist and preparing to capture evidence that the Easter Bunny was a fraud.
"It's no problem, Cream. We'll just have to wait for Sonic and Knuckles to rescue us. They always do," he said ruefully.
No less then half an hour afterwards, his prediction had been realised as two primary coloured wrecking balls tore through Eggman's base. Alarms went off, sirens screeched and if robots could feel pain then Tails was pretty sure Knuckles was going to be in trouble come the afterlife. It earned them a visit from the Good Doctor himself.
"Ah, Sonic! And Knuckles, too! What a surprise. I was just lecturing your little friends here on the existence of the Easter Bunny," the doctor cackled. Tails fought the growing urge to put his head in his hands and weep.
"Eggman!" Knuckles roared, immediately hurling himself onto the platform nearest the Doctor. "You won't escape this time!"
"Hey, cool it, Knuckles! You wanna go and get tra-"
It was too late. Knuckles had already pulled himself up onto the platform where Tails and Cream were being held. Groaning, Sonic followed. As soon as he'd hauled himself up and watched Tails try to explain that, no, it was not a good idea to hit a plasma grid prison cage, Eggman pushed a button on his flying armchair and plasma bars shot up, too high to jump over, positioned all along the edges of the platform.
"So, how does it feel, my little friends, to be trapped in a cage within a cage? How delightful! Now I have four of the Sonic Team under my command!"
Tails was about to set his brain into gear and figure out how he might disrupt a multi-million dollar piece of technology using nothing but his shoes and a grease rag, but Sonic shot him a wink. They'd planned for this.
"Hmph. Believe me, Eggman- shortly, you'll wish you were trapped in there with them."
The flash of green, unnoticed on the ledge behind Eggman, faded away to reveal Shadow, wearing a grin more at home on Hannibal Lector's face. The Doctor, very slowly and pitifully, began to cry.
It was a shame they'd been captured, Tails thought. But sometimes, there was nothing wrong with sitting back and watching the show.