Chapter 1

Darkness. Darkness was spreading out across the vastness of space until a bright piercing light destroyed it like a bomb. That's the last thing the gang could remember about the journey they had just returned from. Everyone confused about what happened, only knowing two things. First was the battle had been won. Second, Amy was hurt. She was knocked out cold, didn't even flinch when the X Tornado landed back home. And her fur had turned stark white, but no one could recall when it changed or why. Sonic carried her back to Tails's workshop where he performed a quick glance over. He checked Amy's pulse, breathing, temperature, and blood pressure.

Tails turned around to look at his friends, who had been anxiously looking over his shoulders the whole time, watching as he frowned at his findings.

"So how does she look Tails?" Sonic asked, trying to hide the worry in his voice, playing it was casual as possible.

"Well, she has low blood pressure, a slow heartbeat, irregular breathing, and she's a little cold and she hasn't woken up despite the commotion so I'd say Amy's in a coma."

Knuckles gasped, seemingly shocked, "No, not a coma! Wait… What is a coma?"

"A coma is a state of deep unconsciousness Knuckles."

"So she's just sleeping? Why not wake her up?" Sticks questioned.

"Well, we can't really, she'll just wake up when she wakes up."

"What can we do to help?"

"Amy should probably be kept somewhere comfortable, and one of us should always be with her in case she needs anything."

Sonic ran up to Amy's door and knocked hoping that Amy would be the one to open it for him, but much to his disappointment, Tails was the one who let him in. It had been a few days since she went into her comatose state and everyone was already on edge. Even when the team would try to hang out together to try and take their minds off things, they would eventually fall into a pattern of mentioning Amy and what she would do if she was with them. Nothing felt the same. The dreadful empty feeling sucked all the life out of the air and was attempting to suffocate everyone. Sonic was doing his best to put on a brave face, smile and say that everything was going to be okay with a reassuring thumbs up as the cherry on top; on the inside however, he felt just as stressed as anyone. Maybe even more so.

Tails looked so sad and drained. "Make sure to keep a close eye on her and call if you need anything."

"Don't worry buddy, I've got this," Sonic grinned and winked.

Tails only nodded and said, "Okay," before leaving the two hedgehogs all alone. Once Sonic had ensured he was gone, he dropped the act and let his mouth switch into a concerned frown. The blue hedgehog walked into Amy's room. It wasn't grand by any means, but it was comfortable. Big enough for a full sized bed, a dresser, closet, and a slightly out of place chair that looked like it belonged outside on a patio. One of his friends must have brought it in there so they could be in the same room as Amy as much as possible. He went ahead and took a seat.

Sonic couldn't help but glance over at his friend every so often. She seemed so still and secreane, any passerby would probably think she was dead. But she wasn't. Amy Rose was alive because as fragile and weak she appeared at the moment, she was one of the toughest people Sonic knew. She was going to wake up one day, he was sure of it. She wouldn't stop fighting until this was all over.

Her fur hadn't changed back to it's usual pink, and none of them could figure out how it changed in the first place, because none of them saw it happen. It seemed as though one minute she was pink and the next it was a deafening white. In the light of her darkened bedroom, it appeared almost illuminescent. Everytime she took a breath it was shaky and slow, like her body was unsure of what to do with the new air it had just taken in. Sonic didn't like the look of that, and pondered if it had been something Tails had noticed while he was there.

He turned his head away, leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes. If he was asleep he wouldn't have to worry. Then what felt like a few seconds later, he thought he heard his name.

"Sonic," Amy called. His eyes shot open, and there she was, sitting on the floor not far from his chair. She was glowing, literally glowing, and her green eyes were burrowing into his. "Sonic, I will give you a tarot reading." There were three stacks of Tarot cards lying in front of her.

"Amy, you're awake!" He slid off the chair and onto the floor. The blue blur reached out for her hand to make sure she was real, but she didn't make advancements toward him.

"No. I am not awake."

This made him stop reaching out for her, and he looked up at the bed, and there Amy was, still laying immobile.

"Take three cards, one from each pile."

He looked at the glowing Amy in front of him, and the one sleeping like a rock. "But how are you here and there?"

"You are dreaming. We are dreaming. Our paths have crossed here. I am here to answer the question you must know the answer to." She did not move, flinch, or so much as blink as she spoke, just kept staring at him, waiting for him to pick his cards.

He felt uneasy about choosing the cards, since he wasn't sure he believed in any of this psychic stuff, but he was sure they weren't going to get anywhere if he didn't. So he just choose three of each pile and held them in his hand. "What now, do I look at them or-"

"Ask a question first."

"What kind of question?"

"Anything that is important to you. Generally people ask about their future, relationships, or health. The question should come from deep within your soul."

He took a minute to think. What did he want to know? He wasn't all that concerned with his future, he never looked too far ahead, he was more of an in the moment kind of guy. And he was pretty sure all of his relationships between him and his friends were fine, maybe a little awkward without Any around… Amy. He turned to glance at her again. Health.. Then it struck him, he didn't have to ask about himself.

"Are you, or is Amy going to be okay?"

"Are you certain that is the question you would like to ask?"

Sonic grinned, "Yeah, go ahead and lock it in."

The three cards he held in his hand began to glow and floated up in front of his face. "The four of swords, the seven of swords, and the tower. The cards tell me Amy Rose will have some time to rest, heal, and recuperate until she is betrayed and deceived. In turn this betrayal will bring about chaos and a dramatic change within her. She will have to rebuild her tower once the foundation has been destroyed." Sonic watched as his cards fell right back into their respective piles and when he looked back up the glowing Amy was gone.

"Amy?" Shifting his eyes back to the bed, he noticed she was gone as well, and the panic began to settle in. "Amy?" he called again, louder than before. He got off the floor and rushed for the bedroom door, and as he opened it, that's when he woke up.

Sonic was in the chair and Amy was in her bed. He took a huge sigh of relief. It was just a dream. An oddly specific, scary, dream. What did that glowy Amy mean when she said Amy would be betrayed? By whom? Who would want to wrong her? And that thing she said about rebuilding her tower? Amy didn't have a tower. It didn't make sense to him. But it left him feeling uneasy, because it sounded like everything went downhill from there. He needed to shake himself of that dream, since it probably didn't mean anything anyway. It was just a dream. A really eerie dream. He closed his eyes and tried to forget about the whole thing. All he needed to do was clear his mind and get comfortable again.

But he could not get himself to sleep no matter what he did. He stretched as he got up from the chair and stood by the side of Amy's bed. She was half way curled up with the blanket burritoed around her, and unsatisfied look on her face.

"Ames," he said, trying to see if he could stir her awake.

She just let out a shaky breath as a response. A little frown appeared on his muzzle. Bending down closer to her face, he spoke to her again, "Hey," he put a hand on her shoulder to give her a little shake, but that's when he noticed she felt terribly cold. "Amy, you're freezing." So he pulled as much of the comforter from under her as possible, threw his arms around her, and pulled Amy close in an attempt to warm her up. She was small, but she wasn't boney, actually she was quite muscular. Something odd was her skin felt a little rough and bumpy, like it was irritated. He hadn't quite realized what he was doing until he after he had already become the big spoon. Sonic's cheeks turned red as he started to become sleepy again, comforted by Amy's presence beside him. For someone who had been in bed for three straight days, she smelled nice. Like roses and vanilla. Part of him wished she would roll over and hold him back, but he knew she wouldn't be able to for the time being. The world melted into nothing as Sonic fell into a deep sleep.

Later, as sunshine broke through the curtains that had been so desperate to keep the sun out, Sonic slowly opened his eyes. All he could see were white quills. He had Amy pressed right up against him, and had held a tight grip around her waist all night. Gently, he untangled himself from her and rolled out of bed.

Amy's house just didn't feel the same without her. Of course she was technically there, but she couldn't wake up and bring life to the rest of the house. Normally she would bake in her kitchen, or read in her living room or tend to her garden. Amy was always up and moving, keeping herself busy. Sonic looked around at how sad everything seemed now that she was holed up in bed. Nothing would be the same until she woke up.