it doesn't matter

So, wait. Here he is, sitting on his butt on a rock he doesn't remember having planted it there, staring into gray and red and black and some other colors Sonic is pretty darn sure don't match Green Hill to a 'T'. He's holding up a hand a little dazedly before he belatedly realizes that the Chaos Emerald it'd been clutching seems to have mysteriously disappeared, and he doesn't remember dropping it. He knows the things tend to warp out of sight, but that's when his Super Form is accessed, right? So how does this make any sense? At all?

He thinks back a bit. He... does remember using Chaos Control, that much is clear. And he remembers engaging in some sort of race or something. And there's a little niggling at the back of his head that Tails had been cheering him on for... whatever reason. Yeah, he'd been having fun with someone. A certain someone he always had this kind of fun with. A certain someone who reminds him of dark clouds and night time.

And a certain someone who seems to have disappeared.

Wait--

And then he suddenly springs into action. The blue hedgehog hops onto his feet, whirling around, ears flattened. So he's transported into an unfamiliar area as a result of some simultaneous Chaos Control with Shadow (why either had them thought of that as a good idea escapes him now) and said black hedgehog is nowhere to be found! Well, this is a bit of a pickle. Not that Sonic hasn't been in any of those, of course, being the heroic and charismatic do-gooder he is, but all the same, he can't just be sitting on his posterior waiting for something to suddenly change. Yeah, whoops, Sonic. You just wasted about ten minutes staring out into some wastelands when you could've been using that time to figure out where any life seems to be.

His eye lids lower slightly as he watches fire smolder not too far in the distance. What even happened here, anyway? This... weird place he somehow got transported to -- and probably Shadow did, too -- doesn't seem in the least bit hospitable. Another reason to believe standing around gawking isn't going to do much good. It's not like resources are going to jump themselves out at him here of all places.

First thing's first. He needs to meet up with his friend that he brought along with him here. Once he does that, the two of them can find a way home. No doubt Tails is worried sick about him. And so, the brave little hedgehog trudges on, single-minded in his streaking by. This scenery isn't the type he'd like to take in, anyway.