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When Eggman took Sonic away, dangling in the grip of his Eggmobile claw, Tails ran in the opposite direction toward his workshop where his plane, the Cyclone, was waiting. He told the others to stay where they were. He'd bring the Cyclone to them. While they waited, Amy stared off onto the horizon. The little dot of movement that had been Eggman was already gone, but the sight of Sonic's transformed and weakened state stuck to her vision like glue. She realized, then, that sometime during the battle his scarf had fallen away.
She spent the next twenty minutes or so searching the grass. Even when Tails arrived, she kept searching, refusing to leave until she found it. Sonic loved that scarf. It was a very special gift he'd received years ago, just before their first adventure off Seaside island. A lucky scarf, he would sometimes call it--complaining if Amy made him take it off for special events. If she was honest, she understood why. He didn't look like himself without it.
She found the scarf between a pair of bushes a mile away from the Cyclone and held it close to her before pocketing it. She'd return it to him when Tails fixed this mess. Sonic would smile and thank her and maybe even let her fasten it into place for him. Everything would be good and normal, the last hour or so a bad dream.
Two extra minutes. That was all she'd taken before rejoining the others.
"Two extra minutes," Eggman sneered as he calculated the time it would take for the rodents to follow him home. "That's all I need."
Just give me two extra minutes, Sonic thought as he sunk beneath the sand, reaching out with his whole heart, wishing someone, anyone would take his hand.
It was just two extra minutes, Amy thought coarsely, as Sonic's freshly forged metal head turned to face her, the scarf burning a hole in her pocket.