Sonic had just headed due east out of the northernmost tip of Quebec. His destination: Greenland. What better place to hide while the US feds resumed their search for him? He figured it would also be the perfect place to train to beat Shadow at a race fair and square one day. That is what he would do.
As he ran, he started thinking of how quickly things had gone these past months. Even for him. Everything was going fine until Amy Rose was diagnosed with bone cancer, nearly a year ago now. Soon after, she mysteriously went missing one night. Her footsteps led right up to the riverbank, so it would seem as if she had died by suicide by throwing herself in the river. But no one ever found her body or has seen her since.
Amy's disappearance caused Sonic to spiral out of control. He lost his job at the fast food restaurant, started drinking heavily, and well, we already know the rest. He still thinks of her every day, as painful as the sweet memories of her are.
Sonic turned his attention from his past to his future. He never thought he would be living in exile away from the country he had always called home. He wondered how long he would be away for. At least a few years, he gathered. So he began planning out what he would do in the years to come.
He would run the perimeter of the country during the day and take it easy at night, making sure to keep a low profile at all times. He would live in a log cabin he built himself, far away from civilization. He would live on a diet of nothing but SPAM, start wearing flannels, and grow a beard. This would be his great escape from the modern-day capitalistic society that is the United States of America.
Perhaps he could even start a music career to keep him from going crazy. He would write an album of stripped-back, minimalist songs featuring just his voice and acoustic guitar. He would call it For Amy Rose, Forever Ago and it would go on to be Pitchfork's Album of the Year. Of course, if he ever actually released it. Which would be hard to do living in the middle of nowhere. But hey, that's what the Internet is for, right?
As for a social life, he could maybe come up with some imaginary friends. Or maybe make friends with the local animals, even if they couldn't talk like he could. He wasn't too concerned about this aspect of things. Even if maybe he should have been. He did wonder what ended up happening with Tails.
At least he wouldn't have to worry about the money aspect of things or things like paying taxes. He could do whatever the fuck he wanted whenever the fuck he wanted and wouldn't have to answer to anyone; an early retirement of sorts.
He was looking forward to it.