"If you do not wait up I will turn back around to the last town we went around!" I threatened as I limped along.

Quint shrugged. "Okay."

The sun was almost gone. The temperature must've dropped three or four degrees by now!

I rubbed my arms while I limped alongside him. The cold numbed the pain but I was still trying to go easy on it.

"You're lost aren't you?" I grumbled.

"I've lived here for centuries! I watched this country form! I've walked these paths a million times!"

"Maybe in World War One," I snorted. "But you haven't been out since then!"

We were following his version of a trail, which had orange tape around every sixth tree. Finally he stopped. "What?" I folded my arms.

He was looking at a spot on the ground. "This is where I found you." He said.

I looked over to the lights that just started to appear below. The lights I followed the year before. "I know where to go," I said and started up the mountain.

"Where are you going?" He scolded. "Our hiding place is-"

I turned on him. "I will die out here if we walk any longer! I am from California not Antarctica! We are going to stay inside tonight!" Without warning I turned back around and walked up the mountain. I felt a little regret at yelling at him and was surprised that there were no shocks, nothing to punish my sudden outburst. Quint stayed silent as he followed.

After what felt like half an hour we came across familiar doors. They were open to let snow inside. That fact made me uneasy. I half wobbled half ran inside and looked around starting with the living room styled area. "Elsa? Ky?" I yelled. My voice echoed throughout the library.

"The Hall of Records…" Quint exhaled out the word and ran his tentacles along the spine of each leather bound book. "This place is supposed to be a myth. Every piece of recorded history is here. Past. Present. Future. I can't believe I didn't know you knew its location sooner."

I turned to him as if I didn't hear him. "Quint, help me find them!" I whined.

"Hold on. Here, found it." He plucked a book from the shelf.

I rolled my eyes and walked around calling for my Aunt and Uncle. My voice only echoed in the room. I sighed. "I hope they're okay." In the farthest corner of the library there was a dark corner. I could barely make out a glimpse of something shiny but with the sun gone and the moon being my only light through the clouds that thinned out slowly it was hard to tell what was there. There were no lights here either.

I walked to the fireplace and got on my knees to looked for anything that could be used to light it.

The cock of a very big gun stopped me. "Don't move," this voice used the radio to help speak but the kind of voice he had was still prominent. It sounded like a teenager and it reminded me of Alexander. Vague memories of when he held a gun to my head flashed before my mind. If I listened to my gut…maybe he was like Alexander but I was also unsure of the fact. Nothing with a conscious would ever want to hurt an innocent creature…right?

Slowly I raised my arms. "Look, we're cool. I just came in for some warmth and in the morning I'll be leaving."

"How do you know Elsa?" He sounded angry.

"Elsa Fischer? She's a…a friend of mine." I half lied and turned my head around to see it from the corner of my eye. I could barely make out an insignia and by it's defiant curves he must've been an autobot but then again most of it was hidden so it could've also been a decepticon. "I met her a year ago and warned her of danger. How do you know Elsa?"

The gun slowly came away and I turned to him with my hands lowered. He was yellow with stripes here and there. "I'm her friend too."

I squinted my eyes at him. "Are you an Autobot? Are you with Optimus Prime?"

He sat on the ground, careful not to destroy the couches. "Used to be until he started working with the government. I bolted after that." Behind him Quint hid among the bookshelves, trying desperately to dart away but he seemed torn about leaving me behind. In theory I was still his only ticket home, or his only ticket to getting revenge.

"Like Crosshairs. What are you doing here?"

He looked disturbed and he looked like he didn't trust me still.

"I'm Kathy," I tried slowly.

"Bumblebee." He said simply.

"Bee, please tell me why you are here."

His expression changed slowly but he still looked saddened. The radio tuned itself until he found the station he needed. "Bee? Are you there?" It was Elsa's voice. The background sounded chaotic. "They found me, Bee, and they're coming after you and Optimus. You have to…" There was screaming and static.

It felt like the oxygen had been sucked out of the room. "They found her…" The air grew colder but I don't think I noticed.

I started to look for anything to start a fire again while I blinked back tears. "Here," Bumblebee leaned forward and scraped his finger along the chimney until the sparks caught on the dampened branches.

With light and warmth the room should've felt less like an icebox. The light showed me where Quint was. He was hiding behind a couch. "You!" I growled and stomped over to him. He jumped and the shocks went through me as soon as I touched him.

I jumped back onto my butt.

Bee went on the attack. "Stop!" I threw my hands up and he stopped suddenly as if he ran into a wall.

"What the hell?" He yelled as he rubbed his cheek. "What the hell are you?"

I gulped and played with my fingers but then ignored the question and turned to Quint. "This is your fault!" I screamed. "They're gone because of you!"

"So that I could create you. You had no connection to this Elsa."

"She's my Aunt!" I screamed at him. I felt sick. "My mama…" What will she think when I tell her? This made me sicker. "Alexander…" What will he think? I picked up a stick and threw it at him but I missed. I hated him again. I hated that he knew I couldn't hurt him. I hated that he knew I would never betray him.

"I will hide. I will find you in time." Quint started out the door.

Bee didn't know whether to stay with me or go after him. "Elsa…" I sniffed and rubbed my eyes. "I'm far from home." I just wanted to talk now. I didn't know what else to do.