Literature
Darkest Night: Epilogue
It was a dark and rainy evening. Thunder crashed across the Mystic Ruins as the wind howled, beating against the sides of Tails' house fiercely. Inside, the young fox crossed the threshold between his kitchen and living room, a sealed bag of bluish-green fluid in his right hand. Dark circles outlined the fox's bloodshot eyes. It had been nearly two weeks since Cosmo's rescue from the clutches of Xemus, and in that time, Tails had been unable to catch any sort of restful sleep. How could he? His entire life has come to a screeching halt, his only concern being the care of his ailing fiance.
Pacing up the stairs, the fox entered the master bed