A year later: It was about 10 am, a rather expensive car drove past Miracle's place where she used to draw. When she wasn't commissioned, she drew what she saw. Passers-by, couples, children, dogs or cats... whatever caught her eye. A well-dressed man got out. He looks rich, Miracle thought to herself. He was bald, but he looked quite nice. The man came right up to her: "So you are this gifted girl!"

Miracle stopped drawing and said, "Well... I'll do what I can. Would you like a picture too?"

"Yes and no. You know my name is Morrison. I'm a presidential bodyguard. His daughter was portayed by you and the president was so excited he wants to see you in person."

Miracle shook her head in irritation: "I didn't even know that I drew the President's daughter..."

"Well, she sneaked out to look around the streets. She does that often and her father doesn't like it at all. Anyway... are you coming with me?"

Miracle looked at her worn clothes, which already had holes and tears here and there: "Like this?"

Mr. Morrison laughed, "No, of course not. We'll dress you up first."

He stepped back to the car and opened the passenger door of his car. Miracle considered. Should she really go? She had never seen the White House, not even from the outside. She didn't even know what the current president looked like or was called. But she thought to herself: Anywhere is better than here. So she packed her drawing supplies and got in the car. Mr. Morrison closed the passenger door behind her and climbed into the driver's seat beside her. Then he started the engines and drove off. He brought straight to the White House. When she saw the house, she realized why it was called the White House. It must have been made of the finest marble. But to Miracle, who didn't know much about it, it looked more like the house was made of sugar.

Miracle was brought in through a small side entrance and even this small block on the right side of the house was already like a palace for her. The high ceilings and walls, the many pillars and decorations... It was just gorgeous. Miracle was now placed in the care of a woman who introduced herself as Mrs. Winterbourne. She rushered Miracle into a bath so big Miracle thought she could get lost in it. She has been able to wash herself properly for months now, which has been a blessing for her. Her old clothes were thrown away and Miracle got new ones. Black ballet flats and a white skirt a white blouse and a gray blazer.

As she looked at herself in the mirror, with her hair elegantly pinned up, she didn't recognize herself. She looked like a lady. Like she belongs in the White House herself, maybe as a secretary or something. When she was allowed to see the president that afternoon, she didn't quite know how to behave. She stood bolt upright in the room, her binder tucked snugly against her waist. She looked a little surprised at the huge and Slim black man who stepped towards her and gave her his hand. With them in the room were his apparent wife, his secretary, and several security guards.

The poor artist was even more surprised when the President asked her to portray his family.

Her jaw dropped smoothly, "W-whatever they w-want."

An appointment was immediately made and Miracle was to portray her over the weekend. She could even stay in the guest room of the house until then!

Miracle didn't understand what she did to deserve this. She was almost overwhelmed with the whole situation. But, on the other hand, she had always had a small hope that she could still find happiness. This might be her big chance.

As she spent her first night in the White House guest bedroom, she had a strange dream. She saw comets falling from space to earth. And these comets gradually took on a different form. She had never seen anything like it. It was something made of metal. It seemed to be some kind of robot, but somehow it also seemed alive. When she woke up the next morning, she decided to capture this dream as a drawing. So she drew the comets and the robot true to the original on the paper. She wrote the date below it and her name. It was a habit of hers. Because she had seen that the really famous artists did that too.

She had a very good life in the White House and enjoyed it to the fullest. Her every wish was read from her eyes.

She got everything she wanted. They even got a brand new unused drawing pad. That was the greatest gift for her. After she portrayed the Obama family, she got from the president a check for $ 1,000 and a chance to study at the art school. That now all doors where open for her.

At 18, she left school and had enough money to be able to afford a small appartement. Now she earns her money to make illustrations for various magazines. When she was still pondering a revised her drawings one evening at half past ten at night while listening to the radio, suddenly caught a news report their attention:

Now the latest news: just been known that several comets within Manhattan are pitched to the ground. They have been doing causing destruction. The dead and injured there is no information. Here is the report of an eyewitness: "It was like Armageddon, came as these fireballs from the sky! And I swear that one has become of them to a robot, I can tell them who was perhaps huge ... "

So much for the comet impact in Manhattan and now for the Sport ...

Miracle frightened. The whole thing seemed familiar to her. She rummaged in her binder to a particular drawing and found it. She had this dream 3 years ago about the comet and the robots. Could all be a coincidence? She slowly began to doubt it. But on the other hand, visions of the future existing only in movies. Not in reality.

She continued to watch the events that had to do with the crash of the comets, but she did not believe at first the rumors that claimed that would have been aliens. Until then, a few days later took place this battle in the middle of the City Mission City. Miracle was even on site. She had seen two of the giant robots fighting each other. One was blue / red and the other silver. They went at each other mercilessly by the utilization of the buildings around them tremendous damage to. But Miracle did not get to the end of the fight. She was so frightened that her dream had come true, that they fled. As far away from this battlefield.

Since that time, the blue / red robot appeared again and again in their dreams. She saw him against other robots fighting, but also to people to banish that threatened him and the "Autobots" from the earth. Once she saw him even die, when they bathed in sweat and shaking woke with a start. Everything that she dreamed about the red / blue robot, she drew on and provided all with date and name. They wanted to know who is it and why he appeared again and again in their dreams. But it would pass three more years before she could bring in experience ...

After the plan, Cybertron had failed to pick up on the ground, Megatron was looking desperately for a way to stop the Autobots from destroying the remaining Decepticons. Barricade told him of a girl he had seen happen to be. She was next in front of him (He had disguised himself as a police car) raced against a young man. Here, it was the Binder fallen out of hand and their works of art were scattered on the road. The young man helped her collect them. Here Barricade could scan some of the images. It was noticeable that most of the pictures showed Optimus Prime. He showed the scanned images Megatron.

"Lord, I would like to draw to the date of the respective drawing your attention." Barricade said.

"But it can't be... That girl... how could she have known about the Autobots' landing long before it happened?" Megatron began.

"I found something else interesting. She drew these drawings with a pen that clearly left Energon marks on the paper."

Megatron looked triumphant, "Get me that girl."