….Darkness… That is what surrounded me… Not like a pitch black where I couldn't see anything… More like a… Midnight black sky with a hint of blue and green… I don't feel scared much… I feel like I am floating… I don't remember much… just my name…my family… and a bit of how I got here… My name is Ashton Lauren Witwicky… I think… No… I am sure of it…

*DREAM*

"C'mon, Sammy faster! Faster!" A small nine year old cried out on a fourteen year old boy's back. The girl had interesting features: Long brown hair, caramel eyes, was very tan, was sporting a blue t-shirt and practice shorts, and green converse shoes on her feet.

"A-ash… Oh alright." The boy named Sam ran faster as he broke into a sprint down the street giving Ashton a piggyback ride. They had soon reached a stoplight and had to wait for the light to change so that they could walk across. As they waited Sam had set Ashton down and took her hand in his. Finally, the light had changed and the crossing sign had changed to the little green man. Not being able to wait any longer Ashton slipped her hand from his and ran across the crosswalk to the middle and turned around.

"Sammy, Come on!" The little girl was oblivious to the car that had refused to stop. She stood there waiting for her brother to join her. Oblivious to the car speeding closer, oblivious to the people telling her to move, oblivious to everything around her. The only thing that mattered was her brother joining her.

Closer the car came.

Closer it came.

Closer…

Clos—BAM

The car had hit the small girl and she went flying across the road. The car didn't stop, it just kept going with no hint of hitting anything. A witness had expected this and had already called an ambulance. Sam ran to her side in fear and concern. People were pouring out of the cars around to crowd her. She didn't know, she had already fallen into a coma.

The ambulance had arrived and had loaded Ashton into the back Sam had gone with them. The paramedics had called the siblings parents and they were already heading towards the hospital. Once there, they had given her all the treatment she needed. The doctor had broken the news to the Witwicky family.

"I'm afraid that there is nothing else that we can do right now. We can only wait for her to wake up. We will try to find the car that hit her and will question the person. That is all we can do." The doctor said. He hated giving news like this to families. It tore him apart inside. It's even worse when it is a small child, like this one.

That girl would stay in a coma for just over four years… Little did they know, that she had gotten a clear view of the man's face, and that she would meet him again.

*END DREAM*

Sam bolted out of bed again for the third time that week. And it was only Wednesday.

He sat there mulling his thoughts over. It had been a few years since he had bought Bumblebee. One reason he bought the autobot was because he knew that his sister would have loved him. There was never a day when she wasn't on his mind.

"Sam." Ratchet's voice broke his train of thought. He had entered through the autobot sized door.

"Sam, are you alright? I had noticed your frantic actions." Ratchet told the boy.

"Huh? Oh! Yeah, yeah I'm fine. I, uh, I decided that I am going to go to the hospital tomorrow." He glanced at the clock, 9:00 am.

"Why would you need to do that? I am right here, you know!" Ratchet scoffed.

"Yeah, yeah I know, but, just- just for a different reason… Change of plans, I'm going now." Sam trailed off as he got up to get ready.

Ratchet shook his helm and stared at the boy in wonder. There was never a day when he was not interesting.