The light was coming, and it was time to return. Spagonia was the kind of town where nobody cared much about others, and because of that, nobody would notice what he had done that night. The shadowy figure stood from his kneeling position, watching the light begin to fill the skies. Torches about him burned by the stone altar, lighting the stone outcropping he was standing on. The last rain clouds were disappearing on the horizon, and the sky was almost clear. The black shape calmly took the torches and doused the flames. He picked up the burned wood, satisfied with that night's worth of prayer. Satan would be pleased...

Chapter 2: Identity

I watched from the top ledge of the city, a platform suspended over the sea. The sun was rising, and the rain from the previous night had stopped completely. Red light filled the sky as I traced my thoughts, capturing the image in my mind, afraid of losing it forever, like my other memories. Nothing could make me remember...

Tails... so that is my name... I have yet to recognize what the meaning of it is; but that man, he knew me... does anyone else? Maybe I should ask someone...

As I turn back towards the city, preparing myself to enter it once again, I see people milling out of their homes, beginning their day's worth of business. Tailors open their shop windows, displaying their wares, while the market quickly fills its stalls with goods. Some people leave their homes and examine the displays, hoping to buy something. I, however, simply walk among them, searching in vain for one who might recognize me.

After an hour or so of browsing wares in the city, I was nowhere closer to my identity than when I had started. I walked down a lane, when something caught my eye. There was a sign above a doorway on the street that read "The Home of Amy Rose". I feel as though I have never seen this before, but something about the name draws me towards this door. I look at the house, and it seems to be but a simple apartment. I knew that it was impolite to barge into people's houses, but the name... Amy Rose... It seems so familiar... I quickly decided to enter the person's home and inquire about my identity. What did I have to lose?

I rung the doorbell, hoping to see a familiar face that I may remember. I was surprised at first when the door was answered by the same hedgehog that had run away from me before. He was now more casual looking, with a baseball cap on his head and a backpack full of books on his shoulders.

I began to politely ask if Amy Rose was around, when the child suddenly uttered a high-pitched scream of terror and slammed the door in my face. From outside of the door, I could hear more muffled shouts.

"Mom! Mom! He's here! He's gonna get me! Aaaaaagh!"

I could hear a second voice from a different direction shouting something as well. This voice was female, and seemed to be trying to ask the younger hedgehog what he was yelling about. After some time, the door was finally opened again by a pink hedgehog. She was wearing a pink dress, along with a red headband, and seemed to have just about the opposite reaction that the child had to my presence.

"Oh, my god! It's you, Tails! I haven't seen you for years!"

The pink hedgehog quite suddenly engaged me in a large hug. I didn't know what to make of this. She obviously knew me, but I could not remember how. Why was she hugging me? Did I have some intimate relation with her or something? It feels very awkward, being hugged by someone I don't know...

"Um... Are You Amy Rose?"

The girl broke the hug, and looked at me with a confused look. She was looking at me strangely as she replied,

"Would I be anyone else? Did something happen while you were away?"

At this statement, I blushed and looked at my feet in embarrassment.

"Um... I think I kinda... have an amnesia problem. I don't remember anything that happened before yesterday..."

The girl seemed to be concerned about this fact. I quickly told her all that I had remembered, ever since I had found myself in the capsule. She listened, still looking concerned of what had happened to me.

"Wow, that's a strange story." She said after I finished. "You must have had an accident." She sighed and looked at me apologetically. "My nephew must have let you out of the capsule last night, when I thought he was asleep. Darned kids. He and his buddies always dare each other to go into the lab and press random buttons. They somehow think it's 'manly'. Foolish is what it is. Come on inside, and I'll try to see if I can get you to remember anything."

I gratefully let Amy lead me inside of the house. It was quite fancy, being in a classic 1980's feel. There were intricate stairways and hallways lined with pictures of Amy, the little hedgehog that I could only presume was her nephew, and surprisingly, the same hedgehog that had been in the lab. I looked at them, puzzled by why he would be pictured here too. Amy came back into the room from the kitchen with two cups of tea, and sat down at a table in the center of the room. She caught me looking at a picture of the Hedgehog, with one thumb up in the air.

"You don't even remember sonic, do you?" she said sympathetically.

Reflecting on my lost past, I replied. "I wish that I could."