Shadow the Hedgehog

"I don't think the quiet life ever existed," joked Zamy.

"I'm afraid not. It's as real as you are," said Zamy eith a smile.

"No it's fine. But next time you see her, can you tell her that her counterpart wants a pen pal? I know it's crazy, but I have to at least inform her."

"By the way, have you seen Hope at all?"

"His magic turned him into a woman."

"He attempted to kamikaze us but it backfired, his magic caused him to become a woman and go insane. Not sure about the exact order."

"Yeah, that's what your father did to me, but he's in solitary now. Maybe they'll let Hope Robotnik scare him to death."

"Trust me, being stuck here beats getting pulverised and having your memories played with."

"I know. He seems to want reform, which is obviously good."

"That was my thinking as well, but I guess it's easier to get it over with now. I'm leaving to take Miles out of here. I don't think him staying here would be a good idea all things considered."

"Hi Melody. I'm here to give you a tracking chip, as I'm heading to a place nearby."

Zamy reached Melody's door and knocked on it.

"I appreciate your concern but right now I have a job to do. Perhaps another time."

Getting no response Zamy continued onwards.

"No Miles, it's fine. Thank you for the offer, but right now I'm coping with it."

"Sorry but I'm very busy right now."

"No I'm not alright. Far from it. But I just need to focus on the task at hand and hope no one else strikes a nerve."

"Yes Miles?"

Zamy teleported back to the basement after her head felt slightly better and immediately headed out to try and find Melody's room.

Zamy drank the water then sat down in her chair, trying to make sense of her thoughts. "Great, every time I get angry I get treated to this headache and more of those bogus memories. Just what I need right now," she said to herself.

Zamy felt a flash of anger then clutched her head in pain. "No, I can't do that... I didn't do that, oh I don't get paid enough to put up with this," she groaned before using her free hand to teleport to her office, where she stumbled over to the sink to get a glass of water.

"I'd suggest you adopt a more polite tone, given you aren't even allowed here," growled Zamy.

"Sorry about that, but I must have a point then. And I'm prepared if I'm not right, don't worry."

"I do yes. I think he honestly wants to change. But on top of that, this place creeps me out. It's run by a bunch of old men with questionable sanity and surveillence everywhere. It's very uncomfortable," whispered Zamy.