The rubble was lifted, and all he saw was the blinding sunlight and a human hand extended towards him, offering to help him back to his feet. The Reploid took Blues' hand, and Blues pulled him up, meeting eye-to-eye. "Thanks," said the Reploid, cradling his damaged shoulder.
"The repair station is over there," said Blues, pointing over the Reploid's shoulder.
Auto, with saudering needle in hand, repaired the circuits inside a Reploid's wrist, while sitting beside him was another Reploid, dabbing a dampened cotton swab at a bruise on a young lady's shoulder. Roll and two much larger Reploids heaved on a sturdy chain, pulling a ruined hovercar out of the pile of rubble that was once the elevated highway. Roll wiped the sweat off of her forehead, and one of the Reploids offered her a hand towel. "Rock, aren't you going to help?" She asked.
Rock still sat silent and motionless on a large concrete block lodged deep into the ground, staring at the wasteland around him. "Nah, I'll let you guys clean up after me."
"Something up, Rock?" Auto asked, sitting down beside Rock.
"You brought me back and gave me a new body to fight a war, right?" Rock asked.
"Yeah? And?"
"Well, now that the war's over, what am I going to do now?"
"You could always settle down and get a job," Roll joked.
"Very funny," Rock chuckled, "But I don't think that the world is ready for the zombie next door yet."
"Well, it'll take awhile," said Auto, "but pretty soon, everything will be back to normal. We can even rebuild the Reploids that were destroyed during the war."
"Really?" Rock asked.
"Sure I can," said Auto, "I'm going to rebuild Alpha as soon as soon as we can find him."
"Even Marie?"
"Yeah, I guess."
"Good," said Rock, standing up, "I've made up my mind."
"Made up your mind?" Blues asked from over Rock's shoulder, "About what?"
"Auto, when you rebuild Marie, tell her I said hi, okay?" said Rock.
"Why? Where are you going?" Auto asked.
"I know this is going to sound crazy," said Rock, "but if I want my memory back, I've got to travel around a lot to jar it. But most importantly, there's still someone I want to find."
"Who?" Roll asked, "Dawn?"
"Right."
"Rock, she may not even be alive," said Blues. "And even if she is, who knows where she could be."
"I know," said Rock, "and I really don't care. If she's out there, and if she's still alive, I'll find her."
"That's so sweet," said Roll, rubbing her eye. "Then I hope you find her, Rock."
"So that's it, huh? Just wreck our yard and run away, eh?" Said Auto, nudging Rock playfully in the ribs.
"Basically, yeah," said Rock with a smile, "I'm taking a long vacation, starting now."
As Rock turned to leave, Blues said, "You'll be coming back, I assume?"
"Yeah, maybe," Rock shrugged, "Who knows."
They exchanged their goodbyes, and Rock wandered off, eventually vanishing beyond the horizon…