Sonic was in hell. Or at least that's what it felt like. He hadn't fought or defended himself when Zyx had tried to kill him, but Amy had held the scythe back, saying that perhaps they could use him. His Lightspine form, he had deactivated, knowing it would be too stressful too keep the Dracon mutation down as a Lightspine without Shahra's help. Caliburn he had left at the beach, embedded in the sand. They had dragged him to their one standing building and left him in the gaping space that used to be floors one to twenty-nine. "Hey, blue rat!" "Well, blur, it seems we have a problem here."