It’s fairly late at night when you hear a tapping on your window, and then hear it pushed open, the cold wind blowing into your room.

And when you sit up, there’s your boyfriend— known as Speed-o’-Sound Sonic— climbing on in through your window, wearing white and black striped clothing. Prison wear. Seems he escaped.

“Miss me?” He hums, walking over to your bed, crouching down and looking at you. “Sorry I woke you. I couldn’t stand being in there and not with you anymore.”