Lanolin was alone, in the now, almost abandoned Restoration H.Q. crazed scrawlings, of the Freedom Fighters, Sally Acorn, and 'All gone,' and 'SONIC'S FAULT,' written in blood-red ink, empty pill bottles, scattered the floor, as she sat, gittering, and tweaking, like a deranged mental patient. "Everything, GONE!! Ha...ha....HA HA HA!!! Sally!! Freedom Fighters, ALL GONE!! Erased, and abandoned!! Sonic!! SONIC!! His fault, HIS FAULT!!" Lanolin muttered to herself, in between fits of unhinged cackles, her eyes, sunken, as she seemed, to have finally lost it.