A desolate wasteland, skies red, buildings in ruins. Silver the Hedgehog stands dramatically on a crumbling cliff, looking off into the distance.

Silver: clenching fists "This world… it’s been ravaged by destruction. I have to go back in time and stop it." Silver: (turning slowly, deadly serious) "I’m not Silver anymore… I’m Trunks. Trunks the Hedgehog." Silver: pulls out what he thinks is a sword but it’s just a broomstick painted silver "I must use my psychic powers… and my Z Sword… to stop Mephiles… no, I mean Cell… I mean… Iblis!"