It was a regular day on Mobius.

A streak of blue races through the forest, leaping between branches and weaving through the wind. To him, speed isn’t just movement it’s freedom.

He doesn’t wait for the world to turn. He runs ahead of it.

The trees part as he breaks into the open. From high above, the horizon stretches forever green hills, distant mountains, a sky without clouds.

But besides that, he's enjoying himself! jumps onto a tree to get a good view of the landscape an open landscape cleared of any robots or any signs of Eggman.

He stood there for a minute. Before... He.... Sneezes?... And with that, he starts looking around. Knowing that something's about to happen.