A/N: Seeing as Jack and Tailgate both have the same actor, consider this a little character study about how Arcee might feel about this.
Arcee drove down the road, her processor in turmoil and guilt as she couldn't tell the other Autobots about her constant need to come back to this town, but if they found out why, then they would think there was something wrong with her audios, but the need to just hear that voice again no matter how absurd the thought of the dead coming back to life was.
But whether it was real or not, that voice was a comfort that Tailgate was still with her, even if was just a voice she was hearing; it sounded so much like him when she first heard it she thought she must have simply been hearing things, but the second time she heard it she still wasn't ready to pass it off as a hallucination or playback she had unknowingly hit.
But the third time she heard the voice she recorded it and though painful she played it against a sample of Tailgate's voice. It really was his voice, though the 'new' voice held no inflection to it like Tailgate's had so she wasn't just hearing things; this voice was real and there was someone here with his voice.
Here, out all the places. She had just tried to look to the future and to leave the past behind but this voice was doing the opposite for her. She knew she could have stopped trying to find the voice and hope to hear it, but though it wasn't a very good or healthy reason, this one small piece was here on earth and it was going to be there for her to hear it.
Arcee felt like grimacing at the way she was thinking of this person, but really, the 'who' didn't really matter to her so much as the voice was what she really wanted to her. She knew there was something wrong with her without there being something intrinsically wrong with her processor as she didn't have a virus or such.
She just had to find it.