Mister Hedgehog, as he was known as around the school sighed. Another sleepless night progressed as he stared up at the bulletin board set up in his “office”, which was just the janitor’s closet. He felt so close to cracking the case, yet so far. He was missing something, unable to figure out what could tie everything together.

Sonic: Good grief…

He muttered to himself, putting a hand to his temples. His other hand balled up into a fist, frustrated. Until a knock was heard at the door. He walked over and opened the door, already knowing who it was, as it was way too late for anyone else to be in the school. Twelve in the night to be exact.

Miles: I brought us coffee from the lounge!

Miles, or Mister Prower to the school, smiled tiredly, just as exhausted as his co-worker. He handed a mug to Sonic and entered, closing the door behind him with his tails. The two of them walked over to the large board.

Miles: Still no luck?

The hedgehog took a sip of his cup and shook his head in response to the fox’s question. The case was serious but Miles couldn’t help but worry about his friend’s health, seeing how Sonic worked himself to the bone.