Rung looked around his small, temporary office to make sure that he had packed everything. What Rodimus was saying about the Nights of Cybertron sounded interesting. He wasn't necessarily the adventure type, but he figured it would be beneficial to the crew if he came along; especially for Red Alert and Whirl. They were among his higher priorities, considering they tended to be more unstable than his other patients. Rung also figured it would save the Lost Light crew some trouble in the future. If he was there, he could prevent problems connected to the two of them before they even came up. Rung placed one last ship model in his box when he heard someone come into the room.

"What can I do for you, Bumblebee." he said as he looked up at the yellow mech. "Still carrying that cane around I see."

"Not like I can't." Bumblebee smiled in response.

"I've been around enough injured mechs in my profession; both physically and mentally injured. You might want to work on that limp of yours. Why keep it if you don't physically need it anymore?"

"For special reasons." He said as his expression hardened briefly. "Anyways, I didn't come here to have a therapy session."

"Is this about the Lost Light?" Rung asked as he tilted his helm inquiringly. Bumblebee nodded.

"I didn't know you were into fairy tales." He remarked. Rung sighed.

"I'm not. If you must know, I'm going for the welfare of my patients. What is it that's making you so cynical about Rodimus' quest?"

"I'm not cynical! I'm just thinking logically about the situation that we have right now. Taking a whole lot of good mechs with him on some made-up quest, just as we're trying to rebuild Cybertron, is a terrible idea!" Bumblebee yelled. Rung waited for a moment as the small mech calmed himself.

"You're afraid you won't be able to handle it, aren't you?"

"Rung, I came here to talk. Not to become one of your patients-"

"You don't think you'll be able to take Optimus' place successfully." Rung added before he could finish. Bumblebee only gave him a look before acquiescing.

"You're too good at what you do, Rung. You can see right through mechs."

"With a little prodding, yes. And you're easy to figure out." Rung added with a smile. "But I want to give you some advice before I go. Don't think too much about things. Don't over analyze and keep your helm clear. Resist feelings of paranoia and, if it helps, think about what Optimus would do. Do that and I'm sure you'll be fine."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, but I feel like something is bound to go wrong. I just know it, and nothing that I do can make that feeling go away."

"You've got Prowl, right? I'm sure you can always seek guidance from him."

"I guess you're right." Bumblebee sighed. Rung gave him an encouraging smile before lifting his box full of personal belongings.

"I guess I'll be off then." He said. Bumblebee nodded as Rung began to walk away.

"Rung," the orange mech turned to face him, "be safe. You're a nice 'bot and I'd hate to find out that something happened to you."

"I'll be fine, don't worry about me." He chuckled as he walked out.