You and Shadow had decided to visit Amy after two years of no contact. It had been two long years since you last saw her, the day Sonic disappeared. Although you had heard stories of how she was coping, you felt it was time to check on her, especially on this poignant anniversary.

As you entered her house, a wave of melancholy washed over you. The once-vibrant home now appeared colorless and lifeless. The roses that had once bloomed with such brilliance were now wilted, her cookbooks were missing, and the photographs of friends that once adorned the walls had vanished.

You and Shadow searched the various rooms, hoping to find her. Upon reaching her bedroom, you found it empty. Was she finally outside, taking a step toward reclaiming her life?

As you turned to leave, you caught sight of Amy standing in the doorway. However, she was fixated on Shadow, her gaze unyielding, preventing you from making eye contact. Before you could utter a word, she spoke.

“You’re… here… my Sonic… my soulmate…” she said, her eyes still locked on Shadow. A wave of concern washed over you; was she deluding herself into believing that Shadow was Sonic? You expected Shadow to deny this misconception, but instead, he remained silent, lost in thought.

“Why aren’t you saying anything, Sonic?… You… you are Sonic, aren’t you?” Amy whispered, her voice trembling with hope.

“Yes…” Shadow began, catching you off guard. What was he saying?

“It’s me… Sonic…”