I'm moving so fast right now, but I doubt I'll upload another chapter tomorrow. My update rate is going to slow down, sorry. I just have a lot of time right now to write.

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With his keen sense of direction fried, it took Sonic until the sky began to light up to find his way back to somewhere familiar. The sun's rising helped him as he navigated his way further A gentle morning mist hung in the air, keeping him awake and alert despite his desire to collapse and sleep a few hours.

His friends' houses were near, as was Angel Island, and Sonic wondered who he should go to see. Obviously not Cream. Waking up a six-year-old at six in the morning was not a good idea. Knuckles was always somewhat awake, but not really the person Sonic wanted to talk to right now. Tails, on the other hand, would probably be a good person to be around. He would be awake now, toiling away in his workshop. He and Sonic were best buddies. The only thing that kept them from being actual brothers was they weren't technically related. Sonic knew that if there was someone to talk to, it was Tails.

Sonic quickly changed directions and bolted towards Tails's workshop.

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The large door, large enough to let an aircraft through, was open when Sonic reached Tails's workshop. He rapped his knuckle on the side of the doorway. "Tails? You here?" he called out.

Sonic stepped through the doorway. Tools were scattered around the workshop, showing obvious usage. Tails sat in the cockpit of the Tornado, tinkering with something. He looked up. "Oh, hi, Sonic. What are you doing here?"

Effortlessly, a grin formed on Sonic's face. "What? Can't I come see my little bro?"

Tails returned the smile. "I just didn't expect to see you."

Tails climbed out of the Tornado and walked over to his friend. "Are you okay, Sonic? You look like you just ran through a hurricane."

"I do?" Sonic looked down and saw the slices on his arms and legs from where twigs and branches had scratched him when he was running. "No big deal. Just another adventure."

Tails nodded, but Sonic saw that Tails was still worried. "Seriously, little buddy. Don't worry about it," Sonic assured him.

"Well, in that case, I just modified the Tornado. It'll go way faster now. You wanna try?"

The excitement in Tails was like that of a little kid. It made Sonic happy to see Tails not dysfunctional because of the death of Amy. It felt weird too. Was it okay to just move on? Was that what Amy would want? Right now though, Sonic knew Tails would be better off happy. "Sounds good!"

Tails ran back over to the Tornado and climbed in the cockpit. Sonic followed him over and sat on the Tornado's wing. Tails flicked switches and turned handles that Sonic didn't even know the Tornado had. Tails pulled down his safety harness and fastened it. "You ready?"

Sonic gave him a thumbs-up. "You bet."

The height of adrenaline would hopefully be enough to distract him from Amy for a while. That's what he needed right now.

As Tails started up the Tornado, Sonic gripped the wing. It would be horrible to fall off the Tornado when it took off. Once in the air, they'd be more lateral and steady, Sonic wouldn't have to hold on.

The propeller spun hard until it's sound was almost making Sonic's ears ring. The plane's wheels rolled forward and the plane slid out the door. They continued down the runway, quickly picking up speed. At the end of the runway, Tails pressed a button, and the wheels retracted. They had reached open air.

Tails quickly turned the Tornado, knowing Sonic would not be comfortable flying over open ocean. Now above the land, Sonic loosened his grip on the wing. The Tornado did feel faster. Sonic closed his eyes against the wind. The amount of wind made it feel like he was running. Sonic wondered if he was smiling or not. Suddenly, he heard Tails's voice above the propeller. "Sonic, are you okay?"

Sonic opened his eyes, ready to nod, but found himself dizzy. The world danced before him as strange blobs of color. This had never happened while he was flying before. Sonic quickly closed his eyes again. "Sonic?" Tails said again, panic beginning to become evident in his voice.

Sonic was scared to answer; he thought he might be sick. What was happening to him? Why? The only reason he could think of was Amy, but he hadn't been thinking about her while he was in the air. Was her death affecting his health?

The plane began to descend, probably because Tails wanted to make sure Sonic was okay. Sonic wanted to tell Tails to stay in the air, not wanting to ruin the test flight, but Sonic was afraid to open his mouth.

Sonic felt the jolt as the Tornado landed. Startled and not gripping the plane's wing, he fell off and hit the ground. He rolled along the ground a few yards before he managed to stop himself. His stomach did not approve of such jostling. As Sonic got up on his hands and knees, he began to heave. Nothing came up as he hadn't eaten in a long time, but his body struggled to realize that fact. After several moments of dry heaving, his body got the message and stopped. By this point, Tails was rushing over. "Sonic, I'm so sorry!"

Sonic breathed heavily a few moments before replying. "It's not your fault, Tails. You didn't do anything wrong."

"I think I must have messed up modifying the Tornado. You looked so pale...."

"No, nothing felt wrong with the Tornado," Sonic said as he struggled to his feet.

"And then I landed bad...."

"I wasn't holding on."

"But I—"

"Tails," Sonic interrupted, "it's not your fault. I really don't know what happened. One moment I was fine and the next I couldn't see straight."

"Has that ever happened to you before?"

Sonic shook his head. "No. And I don't have the first idea about why it happened."

Tails looked at him worriedly. "Are you thinking about Amy or something?"

"I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Don't worry."

Sonic didn't want Tails to be concerned about him. Sonic was worried about Amy, but he wanted to be okay. He wanted Tails to be okay too, and that wouldn't happen unless Sonic was okay.

Sonic didn't know what had made him so sick. Could Amy's death really do that to him? What more was going to happen to him?

Sonic had the feeling this wasn't going to get better any time soon. In fact, something inside him told him this was only going to get worse.

In case you're confused on the setting, Tails's workshop is the place where it is in Sonic Adventure. I just wanted to clear that up.

I also want to dedicate this chapter to one of my best friends. Her birthday is tomorrow. Have a happy birthday!

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