She believed he was still alive. Her Will was strong. He had to be. He'll come back to her. To Annabelle. His family. Sarah walked outside with her little daughter to see the sunset. It seemed to be their new ritual. Something about the sunset somehow calms the little one down. Today, it looked quite hopeful.
Sarah heard a noise. A truck it seems. She turned around when the door closed. Her face lit up all at once.
"Our Will has finally found us." Sarah coed to Annabelle. Said baby started crying, reaching out for her dad. He smiled warmly, and held the little girl in his arms.
"Where'd you get the truck?" Referring to the black Topkick in the driveway.
"It's a long story."
She hadn't heard his voice for awhile, and feared she'd forget what it sounded like. It was comforting to hear it again.
"Think we should head inside?"
Sarah nodded, "Also, I baked cookies. The kind you like." She nudged him playfully with her elbow.
Will retorted, "Careful, we have civilians in the area… speaking of which, can I put Annie in her room?"
"Oh, yeah sure."
She handed him Annabelle and went to settle her in her room. Sarah went into the living room and sat in one the three couches, which were circled around a glass table. A few minutes later, Will had returned and sat next to her.
"Now about that story. Tell me what you did on your adventure."
Will had draped an arm along her back. "You sure you want the story now? Don't want to wait until morning… when you've had twenty cups of coffee?"
"No, no, tell me all about it. Don't make me use the voice."
Will had a petrified look on his face then. "Anything but that. I don't know what's more frightening, that or the Decepticons."
She tilted her head, "Is that part of it? The story?"
"Yeah. If you don't want coffee now, let's start."