Sagittarius
Double-checking facts might be wise. It could that you've prepared notes already. It's possible that parameters have changed and that you could lose points though. Checking on a route might be valuable also: traffic diversions could create havoc if you're unprepared. Someone who always tends to have their head in the clouds might this time astound you with their analysis of a situation.
Failing to find anything constructive to do, Tails settled for smashing his head against the dashboard. That made his head hurt, but it alleviated the boredom, although it did nothing for the sheer heart-pumping, adrenaline-dripping wave of panic that was lapping against the fringes of his mind.
Traffic jams. They weren't exactly part of his normal day to day grind, but they existed nonetheless, and he was sitting in one. Why he ever thought it would be a good idea to install a car mode into his plane escaped him. And he couldn't exactly turn plane or walker in the middle of the highway- he'd freak someone out, and they might go nuts and hit a kid. So, there he was and there he would remain, as the time until his appointment slowly counted down.
When he woke up, he'd expected it to be a normal day. He'd read the newspaper in leisure, and savoured every bite of the new brand of breakfast cereal he was trying. But then Sonic rang, and said those seven words that had sealed his fate.
"What did you get for Amy's birthday?"
Of all the dangerous things you could do, forgetting Amy's birthday ranked somewhere between swallowing purified uranium and asking Chuck Norris if he wanted to arm wrestle. In short, if he didn't find and deliver a suitable present by four o' clock that afternoon, he'd be giving Amy a brand new fox-fur pelt to strut around in. And, in his panic, he'd decided he probably couldn't be trusted to pilot an aeroplane without spiralling into the nearest beach, so he'd driven. Big mistake.
At least he could be thankful for two things. Firstly, the Tornado lacked a clock, so he couldn't count the seconds until his own demise. Secondly, Amy was relatively easy to shop for, if he ever got to the city. That wasn't much to go on, and traffic still wasn't moving, so he whiled another thirty seconds away smashing his head on the dashboard. Then, his phone rang. As he was seldom rung for anything other than bad news, he hesitated before setting it to speaker.
"Hey, Tails," the voice piped. Charmy. "I hear it's Amy's birthday. What're you getting her?"
"A gravestone with my name on it," he deadpanned, and punctuated it with some more head-to-dashboard action.
"So, wait. Lemme get this straight...You're stuck in traffic. Can't you, like, fly on your own? Just lock your car, man. Anything that hits it is gonna come off worse anyway," Charmy suggested after he'd explained the situation.
"What, just leave a highly dangerous transforming robot plane lying around on the interstate highway?" he asked dubiously.
"It's got your name on it, for goodness' sake. Only Eggman would try and steal it. Don't you have a tracker on it, anyway?"
"Yeah, but...It'll reduce the resources available in case of a sudden Eggman strike if the Tornado is sitting out here in traffic," Tails said, chewing his lip.
"If Amy kills you for not remembering her birthday, it'll reduce resources for defeating Eggman pretty much indefinitely. Dunno where we'd find another geeky robot building guy," Charmy said seriously.
He hadn't thought about it that way.
After a clipped goodbye to Charmy (he really was running out of time), he whirred up his tails and took to the sky, shooting the Tornado a few forlorn looking glances as he went.
In the end, Amy didn't kill him. But the police wanted a stern word with him for parking in the middle of the highway and causing massive traffic jams.