"So, where exactly is this way home of yours?" Knuckles asked, turning to Brandon. Brandon had continued to change, his eyes growing larger in proportion to his cartoonishly big head, the irises turning a cyan color.
"Oh, I'm sure it must be around here someplace," Brandon replied, his increasingly feminine voice taking a teasing tone. His newly altered eyes scanned the area around him, though he was now looking for something other than his way back.
Meanwhile, Brandon's mother was growing increasingly frantic. "There must be something I can do for him! I can send help, or go after him!"
"If you want, you can try and find a similar costume piece to his, go after him," the shopkeeper suggested.
Mary looked back at the screen, where Brandon was continuing to tease his echidna companion. Now his nose had changed, shrinking to little more than a dark dot on the tanned skin of his mouth.
Unable to stand helpless anymore, Mary turned and headed back to where her son had wondered off to when he found the glove, hoping to find something which could reunite her with her son.
