"Back to sleep," he repeated, eyes drifting to the Chao as its little chest rose and fell in peaceful slumber. This Chip clearly meant worlds to his companion, yet Shadow still felt as if he was being left in the dark, as if details were still swerving around him. It was time to flip on the figurative windshield wipers and clear the view.

"What is this Chip, anyway?" He entwined his fingers together, leaning heavily against the bed and feeling his lids gaining weight. He felt at peace with him, although with the small build-up of solemn expectancy in his chest, he kept wide awake to hear the conclusion.

Needless to say, he expected tragedy.