The hedgehog sped by on his usual morning run. However, when he spotted the pink hedgehog he came skidding to a halt. She stuck out like a sore thumb, all right. A familiar, pink, spiky thumb at that.

"Ames?" He called from afar as he came trotting up. She looked a little..different. Her clothes were changed and she looked shorter and younger. But it had to be Amy Rose, right?