Sonic was still on the lone island, sighing as he opened his eyes. It's been two hours that he's been stuck on the island.
"You know, call myself crazy," Sonic mumbled as he moved his right hand about, "But why didn't I just keep running? Was nothing but water for miles on end really too much?" He then stood up, stretching his arms as he placed them on his hips, shaking his head. "Well, I got the rest, so now, there's nothing holding me back."
He looked up, to see that the bright clear blue sky was gone, the afternoon having turned into sunset. He took in the beautiful view of the west as he prepared himself, stretching his legs.
"On that note, I do wish I had a chilli dog." Sonic commented as he then dashed westward, not stopping for anything else as he simply kept running, determined to find land, no matter how long it took.