Dusk, that same day, the Mystic Ruins.

X-67, (who the narrator shall from now on refer to as 'Mary-Sue' due to the fact that X-67 is a tiring name to have to read again and again), glanced behind her shoulder to see the roof of the building high on the hill by the coast. One of the targets was there, and she decided that she would check him off the list as she came back. Brushing the long brown hair out of her artificial green eyes, she headed into the jungle.

There was no specific order in which she had to complete her tasks, it was just that the voice in her head had told her that this one was the easiest to do first. "After all", it had explained, "he's so slow, it'll be months before he notices anything's gone." So here she was, entering the jungle in near dark dressed in skinny jeans, a blue V-neck, and white tennis shoes.

Mary-Sue's task, (which seemed thought up on the spot by the president of the fan club), seemed simpler than it actually was. She had been charged with bringing back one item from each of the people who had been on an adventure with Sonic more than once. While the 'more than once' bit saved her from having to go to some of the more obscure people, it was still a hefty list.

The mosquitoes seemed to learn after a few minutes that the maintenance fluid flowing through Mary-Sue's body was toxic, so her trip through the forest was relatively uneventful. Actually, had she not been an android, the trek probably would have landed her in a bath of calamine lotion from the poison ivy she had bumbled through while the voice in her head was giving her directions without caring for the trails. By the time Mary-Sue reached her destination, there were more than a few branches sticking haphazardly out of her hair.

"I can hear the snoring from here. I don't believe you will have much of a problem with this one, X-67. Switch on your night-vision. Let's get this over with and move on."

Mary-Sue quickly did as she was told, tinting her vision with lime green. As soon as she did, she could make out a hulking figure on a makeshift bed, it's bulbous belly rising and falling. She glanced up at the huge husk of tree trunk that towered behind the large cat's 'house' before continuing to advance slowly. Skillfully avoiding any dead twigs that might make a cliché *snap*, Mary-Sue quietly stepped up onto the wooden platform surrounding the dead tree.

"Take the bobber off his fishing rod. Do it quickly."

Crouching and walking forward slowly, Mary-Sue approached the fishing rod next to the cat's bed, whose snores were deafening at this distance. Reaching forward, she grasped the fishing line and brought it closer, planning to bite through it with her teeth. Bringing it to her mouth, she... *RIBBIT* Mary-Sue froze. *RIBBIT* She turned to her left. There, perched on the stomach of the snoring cat, was a frog, staring intently directly at her. *RIBBIT*

"Don't just stare at it! Get the bobber and go!"

Mary-Sue hesitantly bit through the fishing line. As soon as she did, the frog went into a frenzy, making as much noise as possible and jumping up and down on Big the Cat's stomach vigorously. Soon the snoring stopped, and Big opened his round, yellow eyes. "Froggy?" he looked down at the amphibian in confusion. "What's going on Froggy?" On impulse, Big reached down to grab his fishing rod. As he grabbed the handle, he noticed something missing. "Huh? My floaty is missing..."

Already through one plot of poison ivy, Mary-Sue ran, removing the fishing hook from the length of wire connected to the bobber and tossing it behind her as she went.

Just before dawn of the next day, the Mystic Ruins.

Wiping his forehead with the back of his oil-stained hands, Miles 'Tails' Prower blinked the wooziness out of his head. He grabbed for the crescent wrench near his feet, refusing to acknowledge what time it was, or the fact that he had woken up at five 'o clock the morning before, or how the sky outside the open garage was becoming visibly lighter by the second. He had to get the Tornado fixed as soon as possible. Sonic might need it.

Tails tightened the bolts on the metal plate he had just replaced on the underside of the plane, fighting the urge to lie his head down on the oily concrete and sleep right then and there. He rubbed a small scratch in the blue paint before sliding out from beneath the large machine, feeling lightly dizzy when he stood up. There, it's flyable again. Now for sleep. Tails walked outside of the garage, flying upwards a small ways and grabbing the frayed rope attached to the sliding door, letting gravity pull both him down and the door closed.

The fox rubbed his head tiredly as he rounded the side of his house. Glancing at the sky he saw that the stars were already almost completely gone, and looking over to the east, he saw the horizon beginning to turn a light blue. He was completely ready to rush into his house and flop full-force on his bed, but was stopped by something down in the clearing at the bottom of the hill. It was a person. They appeared to be human, female, covered in jungle foliage, and heading directly for him.

He squinted to make out more details as the girl quickly approached. Tails could have sworn that the branches sticking crazily out of her hair looked like poison ivy, but she didn't seem bothered, so he shrugged it off. "Are you ok?" he questioned, hoping that he didn't sound overly tired. "Do you need help?" The girl finished climbing the hill emotionlessly and without response, but once she arrived at the top, she smiled. "I'm fine," she said kindly. "Are you Tails?"

Tails looked at her suspiciously as he nodded. No... That really is poison ivy... "Why don't you come in?" he said hesitantly, knowing that Sonic would probably help, so he should, too. "You look like you've been through quite a bit." He opened the door, keeping a close eye on the strange girl as he did so. She appeared to be walking just fine as she entered the workshop, and she didn't appear to have any scrapes or cuts, despite the state of her clothes. There was something being clutched tightly in her left hand, but Tails couldn't tell what it was. "So," he said as he closed the door behind them and flicked on the light, "it looks like you were running through the jungle all night. Are you ok? What's your name?"

The girl smiled. "My name is Mary-Sue," she said sweetly. "I was camping in the jungle with my friend. They left me, though. I had to walk back alone." Tails was becoming more and more suspicious. Nobody in their right mind would camp in the Mystic Ruins jungle, not unless they wanted to get lost in a sea of insects, toxic plants, and wild carnivores. On second thought, nobody would camp in any jungle. Jungles just aren't made for that sort of thing. "Well," he said, still trying to be as nice as possible, "There's a bathroom down the hall. First door on the right. Why don't you clean yourself up?"

Mary-Sue nodded once and headed down the hall. Tails watched the whole way, waiting for her to disappear into the bathroom before jogging into the kitchen and grabbing his mobile phone off the counter. He quickly dialed and held the device to his ear, waiting for the ringing to stop and the talking to begin. After a moment, he heard a groggy voice from the speaker.

"Hello?"

"Sonic!"

"Tails? You do realise it's almost five in the morning, right?

"Then why did you answer?"

"Good point. What's up, little buddy?"

"Well," he said quietly, peeking around the corner and down the currently empty hallway, "have you ever heard of anyone camping in the jungle?"

"What? Who goes camping in the jungle? And why are you asking me this?"

"Because there's a girl in my house right now who says she was camping in the jungle."

"Don't be a lech, Tails."

"I don't even know how you know what that word means. And I'm not! She just walked up to my house with her hair full of poison ivy. She knows my name, Sonic!"

"Well you are pretty famous. And... Wait. Isn't poison ivy really bad for you?"

"No, it's great. That's why it's called poison ivy."

Suddenly there was a loud banging sound, and it made Tails yelp as his fur stood on end. It took him a moment before he realised that it was just the sound of the front door closing. Wait... "I think she just left..." He heard Sonic chuckle lightly through the phone speaker. "I guess she already had a boyfriend, huh Tails?" The fox made a disgusted face at his phone. "She was human, Sonic. And at least five years older than me."

"Oh. You had a seventeen year-old human girl with poison ivy in her hair in your house at five 'o clock in the morning?"

"Now do you see why I was a little freaked out?"

"I'm beginning to."

"Wait a second..."

Tails approached the open tool box he had just noticed near the hallway entrance. He looked down at it in confusion. "Sonic, I think she took my flat-head screwdriver..."

Four hours later, at the Fan Club HQ...

"I think we all know what is going to happen with little miss Mary-Sue."

"What?"

"Quiet, Chris."

"Thank you, Elise. The first possibility is that it will take her a month to complete the list. The second possibility is that she will breeze through it until she reaches Amy Rose. Then she'll get a piko piko hammer upside the head."