Protest. Amy has seemingly become a voice for a new generation of people who hate Sonic. Good. She's happy with this. The people crave for the hedgehog's blood. Good. Protests everywhere. For anything. Amy makes speeches at some of them. She thinks her speeches are good. The people seem to agree. Cheering and Cheering and Cheering.

She comes out to mass applause, and leaves the exact same. She doesn't think her speeches are that good. But it seems to be so, she'll take it. If people think it's good, maybe it is good. Nevermind all of the crap she throws together in a moment, she got through to people. More people pile on the movement. Even happily going to some protest to actually protest.

Protests seem to actually work. The court date is moved forward and more people seem to believe Sonic is guilty. Amy is happy and everything is on the up and up for her. The movement grows and grows and grows. Now it has to come to a boiling point. Over everything. Get everyone so mad at him that Sonic could never go back. End everything he stands for and stop everyone who still supports him.

"Sonic."

"Amy"

"You've done something."

"I have not"

"Just admit to it already, you'll save us both a massive headache."

"I have nothing to confess to, this is a pointless conversation and if that's all your here for I suggest you leave"

"Just tell us already Sonic, the people are dying to know, so, please, enlighten us."

"Amy, I didn't do anything. That video is obviously faked or doctored in some way. All you can say is I'm a suspect in this case."

"Sonic, c'mon. You could absolutely get your sentence reduced to a miniscule. It will be that easy."

"No way! I'm innocent and the courts will prove that!"

"So innocent that you attempted to escape?" Amy questions, raising an eyebrow

"I was taken forcefully! Both you and I know that!"

"Really by who?"

"A masked assailant who suspiciously enough, sounded like you!"

"Really Sonic, are you seriously trying to imply that all of this was caused by me?"

"No all I'm saying is your a suspect" Sonic gives a smirk on response

"Very funny, just admit it, your all out of loose ends and your acting skills are definitely not up to par."

"Admit what? Some bogus rumors and a body's charge that isn't true and can't be confirmed? Give me and my lawyer solid evidence and then I'll tell"

"Like the video?"

"That video is obviously doctored! You and I both know that!"

"Do we? I think we both know the truth."

"Yes we do, We both know it's fake"

"Really? Because it seems to me that you were tired of the Doctor, tired of this endless cycle he put you through. So much so that you killed him in cold blood. Nobody blames you Sonic, you just need to serve justice."

"I didn't do it! I am not a killer!"

"Everything else says otherwise."

"Everything else is complete bogus"

"…C'mon Sonic you don't want to spend the rest of your life in prison over this"

"I won't"

"Well guess I can't convince you, tell me if you ever want to."

"I won't"

"Fine, have it your way."

Amy walks out and Sonic is taken back to his cell shortly afterwards. Maybe he should've taken that deal. Sonic thinks on that. Way too hard. But he has nothing else to do. He hates these confined walls that keep him trapped. It's so small here. He can barely move if at all. He hates this. He hates all of this. It's so small. The cage he is confined in will not open up for him. It confines him, it disrupts his energy. He has nowhere to go. Nowhere to use up all the pent up energy he has. All he does is sit and wait for anything to happen. Anything at all at this point. He stays still, unmoving most of the time or pacing. Around and around and around and around and around and around and around and around his cell.

Time crawls by in a desperate attempt to get the future moving. It takes forever to come and when it does, it passes in a flash no matter how long it seems to go. Occupying himself with other tasks only lasts for so long and he always catches himself looking back up at the clock. That clock which ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks and ticks. One minute has passed.

He can only go for so long until seconds feel like minutes, the hours, the days, then weeks, then months, then years, then decades, then centuries, then eons, then every second turns into it's own possible infinity. Going on forever, counting only helps so much when you get bored of doing that and then that goes slower. Books are nice until he looks at the clock again or again, and gets bored. He feels like he has nothing to do. Every second here is one he could be going outside for. Running, back to normal.

After all this time, everything takes forever to come around. The small routine full of things only lasts for so long. Even break periods aren't much. He can't run too fast or he gets tazed even outside. Going slow, everyone catches up with him in his endless boredom. Which keeps going slower and slower somehow. Going too slow for anyone to feel how he feels. Spending your life at super speed really weighs down when you're stuck.