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Summary: It's fun to travel, now if only she had stayed in her own dimension. After everything, who was she to complain when she woke up in the wrong body? This is a rewrite of my story from over a year ago, Itzy Bitzy Baby.

Waking up in an upside down, backwards world isn't as exciting as she hoped. No, it just turned out to be one big headache.

Author note: Alright! I got my first reviews! Hallelujah! Even though I'm not really writing this for the attention I could receive- thank you god I got over that hurdle- I still am very grateful to anyone who can find the time to send me their own thoughts about my writing. Even if it is just criticism, it is still so amazing to get it. Anyway, on with the story shall we! My heart medication is working wonders today so I don't feel so out of it! Hopefully my writing is more fluid than it was yesterday, seeing how more blood is getting to my brain. Onwards!

Chapter 01: Merry go round, peek a boo!


Anything can become parasitic. It can be a physical, mental, or even a spiritual one way bond; even the smallest and simplest of natures can turn dangerous.

In many cases love, is like a parasite. It can be simple. A response to an action, a chemical release. Love can be mistaken for obsession and in many cases love is addictive.

Love can take, and take, and take.

It twisted its' arm out, grabbing into the darkness. The cool air did nothing to soothe the burning, painful heat radiating from it. It was like it was made of fire, the only source of heat and light in the nothingness. And it didn't want to be alone anymore. It couldn't be alone anymore. It was going to steal the loved back. Take it back. It already had it. So close, close, close. She had already fallen through a crack, now she just had to fall again.

"Odette!"


Blue optics onlined with a loud snap and the venting system came on full blast. The sudden start causing the small figure to jerk forward harshly. The dream was already fading, scenes and sounds dulling with every second as she tried to get her senses in order. The rapid, short breathing sputtered out painful as thousands of small gears in the optics turned in order to find focus. It was dark in the room, what little light came in from the outside inefficient, and the ground was covered in dirt and dust. When the small arms tried to brace against the ground the movement shot up a choking cloud of grime, making the figure loose balance. The hands shot up to its throat as the hacking wet coughs made her almost fall over, she was trying to breathe desperately through the cloud.

Odette was on her back as tears filled her eyes from the pain. She tried to get up as she caught her breath, reaching out for balance as she leaned forward. She coughed, hacked, and gasped as she brought up another round of dust. She tried to blink through the pain as she looked around, the blurry shapes of the building finally coming into view. It was too dark out to tell the coloring of anything, however it was most definitely a large building of some sort. She tried to get a better look only to find her arms to be too weak, shaking from the effort the moment she put weight onto them. She looked across the room, squinted to try to see more detail.

Everything was covered in a nice layer of dirt and dust, the window at the other end of the room caked with it and cracked, and the ground was nothing but dirt. Reality set in as she finally realized she didn't know where she was. That she couldn't move, and one of the last things she remembered was being chased in the park.

"Quid Κάντε היכן הואκλικ!" she jumped, bringing her hand up to her throat, "Τι; מה? מה! לצרוח! ουρλιάζοντας!"

She screamed louder as her voice didn't change from the horrifying clicking and hissing overlapping what she could only guess was a mixture of different dialects. She grabbed her throat in fear, feeling around for any wounds only to find smooth warm skin under her probing fingers. She dug her fingers in, rocking back and forth as she panicked, looking around the room desperately. She let out another high pitch series of squeals and clicks.

Where was she? What was going on!?

"Βοηθήσει!" She screamed for help over and over, not stopping even as the room got darker, what little light was coming from outside was quickly fading. It felt like she had been sitting there for hours as time just kept turning, the building still quiet and alone except for her. As she grew quiet, Odette continued rocking back and forth, sobbing soundlessly. Her arms could no longer hold her up as she fell on her stomach, and with a desperate heave she curled up in a ball, bringing her hand over her mouth and rocked in place.

It was getting cold quickly and she could feel her body start to shake. She looked up, everything didn't make sense, and the whole world was turning upside down. As she blinked dust out of her eyes she finally noticed her hands. She took just enough time to stop crying to stare at them. She uncurled them, moving each and every finger to make sure they were really hers. She dry heaved.

Her fingers were made out of metal.

Metal.

Her hands and arms were made up of some sort of metal! Different types too from what she could tell. White, gray, and light blue metals made up her 'skin' now. She could still feel the cold, and still tingled like her hair was standing up on ends. She could even see some complex wiring protected underneath it if she squinted, like a nervous system and veins. She turned her hands over, her palms were completely see through, thousands of wires and metal lining were moving, bending, pulsing, twitching underneath it. Oh god. This had to be a dream. She was asleep. This wasn't real. She was asleep. She looked around the room, her sobbing slowly dying down. She grew still as fatigue finally started to set in.

Her entire body felt cold and heavy, and she noticed a few broken, rusted out old cars in the warehouse with her, herself under one of them. She curled tightly into herself finally running out of tears. She closed her eyes.


"Alright everybody! Get ready for drop off!" Five minutes out of their confirmed landing point, Captain William Lennox put his ear piece in, and fiddled with his gun safety.

His twenty six special ops team, and their newest additions, the Autobots, did their last minute checks. They were traveling in the largest cargo jet available, a Lockheed C-5 Galaxy so that even Optimus Prime had enough head room to sit comfortably. Speaking of them, Lennox looked over at the boss bot who still had not moved since boarding the plane. The area was tight, the Autobots in the middle where the armored vehicles usually were buckled down, the ops members squeezed into their seats around them.

Ironhide was shifting his cannon into the specific settings, careful not to point at any of the more twitchy members of their human teammates. Since boarding he had not stopped complaining about the primitive aircraft, asking on more than one occasion if he could shot something to ease his agitation. On the other hand, Ratchet seemed to be routinely checking the last of his processors, opting between polite conversation with the men sitting beside him, and bickering with Ironhide. Optimus had chosen to remain quiet for the trip, his optic dull as he waited. The mission details were brief, and no one, Cybertronian or human knew what was waiting for them. Neither parties were comfortable with the sudden, last second diversion from Nevada to downtown Baltimore; but orders were orders.

"Optimus." Ratchet spoke over the private comm., watching as the Prime rechecked his system updates. "Could the reading have been Starscream? After all, we have not picked up any sign of him since Megatron's death." Optimus's optics onlined as he turned to look at the medic. He expelled any air he had in his systems with a heavy growling sigh.

"There is a chance. Still, this does not seem to be his work; Starscream is too… meticulous to be caught this easy." his optics turned into slits as the sound of his engines revving made a solider next to him jump. "However, if it is, we will be ready."

"That scum won't escape me this time!" Ironhide snarled, snapping his teeth. "If I get him anywhere in range I'm taking him down!" The Autobots felt the plane start to descend as Optimus held up a hand to his weapon specialist.

"Easy, Ironhide." Optimus spoke out loud as the ops team fiddled with the last of their gear, a few sending off quick prayers. Epps did a fast holy cross. "We cannot get ahead of ourselves. We must be ready for any situation. Whether it is friend or foe."

"Hopefully it's a situation where I get to shoot something." He grumbled. "Being crammed in here with all of these squishys is highly annoying." Said 'squishy' beside him set him a well-deserved birdy for his trouble. Ratchet glared at him.

"Be quiet! You're worse than a whining youngling!"

Ironhide bared his teeth and Optimus let out another sigh, now fully understanding why humans used this physical expression to show distaste the most. As they finished landing and slowly came to a stop Optimus turned to his team, which was down two members; the recent death of Jazz and the appointment of Bumblebee to Sam's guardian two months prior clearly visible. Though they did not have a large team, Optimus was sure they were enough. He had sent a message into space to all remaining Autobots as well, so it was only a matter of time before they were reunited with their lost units.

Hopefully, Optimus mused as the door to the cargo jet opened, this signal was one of a comrade.

"Let's roll out!"

As they got closer, Odette finally found a reason to move.


She needed to wake up.

She either had to wake up, or save herself. She ran the thought through her head a few more times as she stared across the room towards the closed doors. They were far away, at least a few hundred feet, and her arms and legs felt like they were made out of lead. Odette chewed on her lower lip. Hell, they probably were once she thought about it. No! Don't think about it, she had to get out! If she could just get her feet under her she could make it to the door and call for help.

Odette squinted, making out the outline of the steel doors of the warehouse. It didn't seem possible, but the room seemed to be getting colder, the air like ice on her skin. As she got her arms underneath her chest to push up, she hissed in pain. Her feet were so cold that it was agonizing just to move her toes, her muscles heavy and sluggish. She turned to look up at the windows above the door and focused, listening. The faraway sound of a horn could be heard and, she tilted her head to the side, was that train tracks?

Another shiver went through her, as she tried thinking warm thoughts. She imagined a jacket, or a blanket around her, trying to use mind over matter. After all, if this truly was just an overly realistic dream, maybe that could work. Mind over matter, mind over matter. A high pitched hiss came from deep in her throat as she painfully and agonizingly, slowly, got one leg under her. Her 'skin' felt like it was sliding over broken glass. She needed to find warmth now. She ignored the warble like coo that came from her, quickly deciding not to acknowledge anything else about her current bodily state.

She was going to get up and get out. She was going to save herself, even if she had to crawl using only her arms to pull her forward. She was going to make it, whether it was something chasing her in a park, or being stuck as a crippled robotic baby.

Odette stopped.

Baby? She was not at baby. Where had that thought even come from? She was human, a person, she was Odette. She got the other leg under her as well, sliding forward onto her palms. 'Ok, I must be sick. Now I think I-I'm a baby?' She shook her head as unintelligible clicks and whirls came out instead of her thoughts, the anxiety making her heart pound painfully. Was her mind affected as well? She pushed forward of her hands, moving one arm in front of the other, she could start to crawl if she could just find her damn balance. Her arms shook with the effort, the body swaying side to side. After that, she needed to find a way to open the door, and then-

There was a rumbling noise, like thunder.

Odette tilted her head forward and turned her head to the side. Hopefully, she still had ears on the side of her head, the quick reminder that her face had most likely also changed making her cringe. She held her breath as she made out the distinct roar of some sort of car, no wait it was the sound of multiple engines. Quite a lot of them too, from how loud they were even though they were some distance away. Also- she tilted her body forward even farther- they were heading in her direction. A way out! She ran over the plan quickly in her head. She just had to get to the door and wave down one of the passing motorist. She started to move her weight to her left side, getting some dirt under her toes, when she noticed.

They were going too fast! She bit into her lip. At the speed they were going verses how quickly she could get her unresponsive body to move, they would be long gone before she even got halfway across the room. Damn it! Get to it! Survive!

Too quickly the cars were on her and she found the noise too loud. They must have been passing the building right now, and at the painful decimal Odette wished she could just turn off her ears. One passed, than another, and another, until it seemed like it would be a never ending stream of vehicles passed the door. She cringed as the roaring engines vibrated the windows, and she couldn't help herself but to duck lower to the ground, hidden more under the old car above her. Jesus, what the hell type of engine were they using? They sounded like they should be on a jet, not inside a car.

Odette chirped loudly, rocking on the palms of her hands as she moved further into the shadows of the car. Another round of strange sounds came from her chest when she blink, a bright light suddenly passing over the windows, illuminating the entire inside of the warehouse. A spot light? The engines roared outside the front of the building, and remained there, as Odette finally knew they were not just passing by.

Odette went as still as possible, freezing up completely and held her breath. What was happening?

The engines outside turned off all at the same time, the silence following like a vacuum to her. There wasn't any sound at all, and for a brief moment she thought she had gone deaf. She turned her head up to try to look through the window, accidently bumping her head on the bottom of the car. The spot light, she assumed, was still lazily trailing back and forth across the windows, lighting up what it could touch. She pushed herself against the tire of the car, half hiding behind it in a ditch effort to become one with old rusted vehicle. This was not ok, not after everything that had happened in the last few hours. Odette could feel what she could only guess was the robotic substitute of her heart pounding. This was not ok in the slightest. A thought struck her suddenly as she imagined the best outcome of who was on the other side of that door.

She imagined the cops storming in any second, breaking down the door with their weapons drawn. Only to come face to face with a metallic robotic baby who could scream bloody murder. Then she imagined them doing the most logical thing when coming face to face with such a situation. They were going to shoot her in the face. Hell! She'd do the same damn thing! She resisted stomping her feet like a real child at the injustice of it all.

She didn't have time to dwell on the thought however, as suddenly the ground all but jumped, the entire room bursting into a burning white light.

Odette shrieked in surprise as she fell forward, hurried chirping and clicking trailing behind her. The sudden earthquake made her loose what little balance she had left, sending her face first into the dirt. She coughed and gagged as some of it got into her mouth, flinging herself back as far as she could go underneath the car. As she found the center of the car she blinked repeatedly, her eyes stinging from the too bright beam of light.

"הואκλικ! »

Something that could only be described as a wail came from her throat she rubbed her eyes hard. She closed her eyes tight before blinking them rapidity. Owe, ow, ow, ow! She hid herself behind the shadow of the tire as best she could, curling her body up as much as possible. What was going on? Why was this happening? She was screaming before she noticed as the sound of scraping metal and hurried movement suddenly filed the room. What could only be described as the loudest sound she had ever heard, making her head ring painfully. The front of the warehouse was literally being torn off, like the top of a can, large fingers wrapped around the seams of the metal wall, prying it off.

To say Odette was panicking would be an insult at best. High pitch squeals were drowned out by the ripping metal, and her entire body was shaking, ratting even. She still tried to push herself back even though there was nowhere else to go, her back hitting the other wheel column. There was nowhere else to hide but under the car, and she couldn't get up and run. She was trapped far worse than she was in the park.

No! She screamed in her head, the word coming out completely different as the thing finished ripping off the wall, the large figure blocking out the lights as it stood at its full height. When she finally had the courage to look at her death, a hysterical laugh bubbled up and out of her throat before she could stop it. She started to cry again, a laugh cracking into a sob.

'No.' The sob came from her audio receptors. The unintelligible language burned her throat as she tried to speak over her distress. As blue optics met blue optics, Odette tried to disappear, unconsciously wishing she had been eaten by the shadow imitating her dog instead. That death made more sense. 'No. No. No. No!"

Ironhide. It was Ironhide. It couldn't be Ironhide, because Ironhide was just a fictional character of a cartoon series. A character created by special effects. Fictional. Not real not real not real! A giant, robotic, not supposed to be real, Ironhide was standing there. The, shoot first, ask questions later, Ironhide. He wasn't possible, it was impossible. She rocked back and forth as she looked at Ironhide, who had become real, who now existed like he always had from the beginning. Ironhide? Ironhide!

With his protective facial plate on, and his weapon raised, looking for a threat. Looking for something to shoot. And dear god, she was damn sure she was the only thing here.

Oh god, oh god, oh god. Hurried squeaks poured out as she started to hiccup in fear. She threw her hands over her mouths and curled as close to the ground as possible when the giant robot turned his weapon in her direction. The lighting made it all the more ominous, the glow from Ironhide's optics as noticeable as the spot light behind him. Her entire body shook with tremors, jumping with every hiccup. She closed her eyes as hard as she could and tried to become one with Earth. Each step into the building making what was left of the car above her squeak and creak. This time she was going to die.

Wake up. Wake up! Please wake up! The robot was going to either shoot the car she was under or step on it. I don't want to die, so wake up! An involuntary cracking chirp came through her lips, and she pressed her hand harder over her mouth. Shut up, shut up! This isn't real. It's not possible. Transformers was not real, this was only a dream. Just a dream. She chanted to herself never once opening her eyes to test her theory. She flinched when Ironhide took another step into the warehouse, her body jumping off the ground with each step. He swept the weapon across the room as his optics dilated to compensate for the reverse lighting.

Her hiccups were beginning to burn. Wake up. Please! She couldn't stop her teeth from chattering as the giant got closer and closer to where she was standing. She could only imagine how she must have been the same size as his toes. Would he even notice at first if her guts were stuck to the bottom of it? Maybe he would notice only after he sat down. She couldn't stop herself from making the mental image of the robot in the shower, grumbling as he had to take a scrubber to the stubborn stain.

"Ironhide! Put. That. Away! Stop swinging your canons around like a youngling before I re-designate you!"

Odette didn't look at the other voice, but jumped high enough to hit her head on the car again. She heard the giant grumble, the sound reminding her of a large cat, and when she heard the clicking of his cannon, in which she could only guess was being put away, she thanked every and any higher power she could think of.

"Don't give me that tone, Ratchet!" Ironhide's voice was exactly how she imagined it would be, rough like nails, and loud as hell. She opened her eyes to look up but found she could only see black figures, caused by the spot light. "It could be a Decepticon trap! Who else would leave an open distress signal for anyone to find? It's too rookie!" She heard him snap what she guessed was his teeth as he walked forward.

Her eyes went huge as his foot came down only a few feet from her hiding spot. She could make out the lining of his plating now, the dust brought up from him stepping down making her eyes burn. She let out a shaky breath between her fingers, the shadow of his leg relieving the pain to her eyes.

"Ironhide. Stand for now, but stay alert." It was another voice, and Odette resisted looking away from the foot that was way too close. She was sure who that was. The tone was a trademark back in the world that made sense. It was obvious. "Had this been a trap, our movements would have triggered something by now." She bit her tongue to stop the sigh of relief that almost came through as the foot moved away, back towards the missing wall. She stuck her hand in her mouth to make sure nothing else came out, before turning her optics towards the last speaker.

It was Optimus Prime. She would worry about the fact she seemed to be accepting them as real later, at the moment she was too busy trying not to die. The leader of the Autobots stood behind the other two living autonomic beings, and somewhere deep inside Odette knew reality wasn't going to stop taking a vacation.

It was one thing to idolize an idea that was created to teach children a moral compass, and another to one day finding your childhood imaginary friend sudden someone you can physical touch. She didn't move. She didn't break eye contact with the black figures. They still might want to squish her though, Autobots or not. After all, they were real; maybe 'let's squish the baby' is a real past time too. Her hiccups battered her body, ever muscle in her body pulled tight in fear and pain.

"It also could be a damaged comrade in hiding!" Ratchet hissed, bringing his sensors online. "Driven here by the signal Optimus sent into space a few weeks ago, they could be unable to communicate." Ratchet bit out. That reasoning seemed to work, and Ironhide took another step back with a huff, letting the other two come in as well.

"Frag."

Ironhide grumbled and a growl only helped to make another shiver run across her skin. The ground gave under their measured steps into the room, and the top of Optimus's helm barely scraped the ceiling. From what she could hear, Ratchet was humming, the tapping on his arm sensor telling her he was up to something. She decided to curl behind the tire again, closing her eyes.

"Optimus, there seems to be a clear signal underneath the vehicle to the left. Non-organic." Odette body involuntarily jerked, ever part of her body turning hot. No. There was an audible click on the left side of her face and she heard a soft fan turn on. Wait? Seriously, she had fans? She whimpered through her hands, her tears mixing into the dirt and making her hands wet and sticky. She was trying to merge with the floor, to become one with the dirt. Maybe they were talking about another robot in the room, hiding under another car?

"Is it threatening?" His voice was a smooth as is it powerful and Odette wished they could change places. Be the one squishing instead of being squished. She couldn't see them anymore, completely behind the tire, hoping somehow the object would give some sort of protection.

"It is showing increased level of distress. But, it is also very weak. Not a threat." Ratchet's voice rattled in, what could only be guessed, his professional tone.

Odette tried to turn to stone, going as still as possible. However she was shaking too much, trembling so hard her fingers were clicking against each other. It was then that she felt the steps get closer to her hiding spot, making everything go dark as the light behind her eyelids was blocked out. Her hiccups where threatening to make her throw up as she stuffed her hand farther into her mouth. She was already hyperventilating, the quick short intakes making her head hurt.

A smaller voice rang out from behind the behemoth robots, "Team five! Team eight move out!" If she had been in any other situation she might have found that humorous. Oh joy, the swat team, with all of their nice, -kill-you-ask-questions-later- weapons. She let out her final whimper and frantic whine before the robot stopped right in front of the car. She pulled her hand out of her mouth and pushed her face into her hands, she still couldn't stop the hiccups, her tears burning on her cold face. She wasn't breathing anymore and the pressure inside her head made it feel like she was going the blow up.

Just like it was a toy, a large hand wrapped around the car, crushing the thin metal like paper under his grip. A finger barely missing her head, stopping only a few inches from her face. With great ease, the mech lifted the rusted shell into the air before dropping it to the side almost with one move of his arm.

The rush of air upwards is what made her open her eyes, the shadow in front of the beaming lights allowing her to see. Odette automaticity looked at the mech, her systems buzzing on forced autopilot. She couldn't see through her tears, everything just blurred colors and dark shapes. She was shaking hard enough that her entire body creaked like an old joint. She curled deeper into a ball, curling her knees closer to her chest. She was staring up, looking in between her fingers. Then she let out the most pathetic sound she had ever heard, a mix between a sniffled sob and a high pitch clicking noise. She was begging him, pleading him while only making half sense to please just spare her pain.

Ratchet reared back like he had been struck hard, his optics shorting and rebooting before he could find his balance again. He lunged forward, and before she could comprehend what happen, two large hands cupped around her, bringing her and a layer of ground underneath, up into his hands.

"OH PRIMUS!" His voice echoes through her audio receptors and rattled her head. She curled harder into herself as she was lifted higher into the air. Every system and processor was still on autopilot. Ratchet hands were unimaginably warm even though they were metal, and without hesitating she pressed her back into his palm.

Warmth! Warm, warm, warm, warm. Safe. No longer cold. Coo.

"Optimus!" Ratchet was all but screaming bloody murder, "It's a sparkling!" the poor bot sounded like he was about to glitch and Odette giggled. Hysteria started to settle in as the edges of her vision started going black. She was about to pass out? "I can't tell the designation. It looks extremely young from what I can see. But it's a sparkling!"

Odette's entire body spammed when the mech moved her up, and she didn't stop the hiss that ripped from her lips. Careful! She shifted her weight off her legs and tucked in, Ratchets hands like a living warm bubble.

"Oh Primus! It barely even has armor yet Optimus! Less than a vorn old at best!" Sudden sounds echoed through the room. Clicking and what sounded like some sort of whistling took the place of English, but Odette couldn't find the strength in herself to care. There were several intakes, and then two set of hurried footsteps. Odette hissed when whoever was holding her uncurled their hands, letting the cold air rush in. The large heads of Ironhide and Optimus were suddenly there next to Ratchet and Odette shivered at the cold air.

"The Primes! It is!" Ironhide gasped, taking a step back while Optimus's optics widened tremendously.

She could still barely see through her tears as her eyesight continued to darken. Tunnel vision had already set in but she could make out the lining of a large silver hand reaching towards her. She reacted again on set autopilot, the only thing in her mind a high pitched frantic buzzing. She was close to being forced into a mandatory emergency recharge. As the silver hand curled carefully around her she threw herself at the nearest finger, curling as much body surface as she could around it. It was so warm. Her entire body shook from the effort, the pathetic sounding shrieks getting weaker and quieter by the second. She was still hiccuping loudly, her entire body jumping with each one, making her grab onto the finger as tightly as she could with her numb hands.

"Easy little one, Ironhide and Ratchet didn't mean to scare you." Optimus sounded as nervous as he looked, and she pressed her cheek closer to the finger, crying hard.

"You are safe. Do not worry." Prime cooed low to her, before the end of the sound turned into a low rumbled growl. "Easy." He brought Odette closer to his chest plates and she let out a pathetic chirp. As he pressed her to his spark plate, she could only describe it as being hugging by a house sized teddy bear. A warm, growling, metal teddy bear.

"Everything is alright, little one. I've got you." His voice was really soothing. Like drinking warm tea, so warm. Then, to Odette utter amazement, he purred. Odette melted, cooing back. It was at that moment her body gave out, exhausted and over taxed. There was a loud buzzing in her chest as every part of her body relaxed at the same time, as her mind turned black.

And she was out. Optimus hissed loudly as he curled his hand around the limp form, snapping his attention to the rest of his unit.

"Ratchet!" He snarled and the medic had a full diagnostic on the sparkling before he even had it out of Optimus's hand. "Stabilize the sparkling. From this moment on its survival is of the highest objective. We will not allow its premature death." Ironhide and Ratchet snapped into attention, their optics burning in a way they haven't in so long.

A living sparkling! It was alive and it was going to stay that way! All three of them roared their vow all the way down to their sparks.


It hissed, the nothingness twisting painfully. Snapping.

How dare you. My love!

"Don't let go. I've got you."

"Odette. Don't let go of my hand."


Chapter is longer, but for some reason it feels a little bit less detailed. Hmmm… what do you think? I'm so tired... well, goodnight you guys.

Chapter 01 2.0 is complete! Hell yay!

Next time on Itzy Bitzy Timey turning! Oh my fair lady. Let's start the phobias young.

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