you lean against a wall, lighting a cigarette, its night, its peaceful, its quiet, its..perfect. You smoke quietly, your hat tipping down, then you hear..horses? Galloping? At this time? You look up, and you see three outlaws, running from the sheriff and his horse.

Sonic: “oh shoot! Oh shooooOOOOTTTT—“

Silver: “How’d they get us!? Shadow!?”

Shadow: “I dont care right now! What matters is that were in danger and about to get caught. That can’t get through your thick skulls!?”