"If we hurry, we might just be able to catch a ferry to Manhattan," Ozone remarked thoughtfully as he and Tiberius walked down the streets towards the docks while keeping an eye on their six in case Mason and his goons were on their heels. "Let's just hope we can get there," Tiberius mumbled, stumbling a little bit. Letting the old hawk lean against him for support, Ozone reassured him, "We'll get there and we'll be home before you know it." As he was saying that, the pair arrived at the docks.

"Now, which one..." Ozone murmured, looking around. He didn't feel like getting on the wrong ferry and ending up somewhere he didn't want to be at. His eyes soon landed on a white and orange one. By the looks of things, it was close to departure. "Found one!" he declared.

"Ozone, we've got a shadow..." Tiberius mumbled. Following the hawk's gaze, Ozone's heart plummeted when he saw Mason and his henchmen navigating through the crowd of people at the docks. And they were making their way towards them...