Miracle's head hurt again. She badly needed to get some sleep, if that was possible. Before she could fall asleep, she thought about Optimus Prime for a long time. The fact that he wandered through her dreams of all places had to mean something. Maybe it was predestined from the start that she should meet Optimus. But Miracle, who had lived on the streets most of her life and hadn't had much luck in her life, didn't believe in such things. When Miracle finally fell asleep, she had a dream, again with a vision. She saw a fighter jet approaching the hangar and attacked the building. She could see the fighter plane transforming into a giant robot with huge wings, and it shot at a yellow robot that was fleeing from it. The yellow robot was already very battered and the winged robot mercilessly struck out for the final blow. Then Miracle woke up, scared. She was breathing heavily and cold sweat had formed on her forehead, which was immediately absorbed by the bandage. She immediately grabbed a piece of paper and her pen. She decided to draw the winged robot and the yellow one to show them to Optimus. Miracle was almost certain he knew them both. And she was convinced that the winged one was definitely one of the bad guys. So she started drawing eagerly without noticing that Optimus was entering the infirmary. He stood silently for a while, watching her. It was incredible how quickly the pen in her hand slid across the paper, leaving lines. Miracle was doing this at an inhuman pace, which worried Optimus a bit. He scanned her again and saw that the source of the energon he had noticed when he found her was from her pen. Optimus unobtrusively cleared his throat.

But Miracle didn't react, she was so busy drawing that she forgot about everything around her. Optimus cleared his throat again and said her name. But Miracle still didn't respond. "MIRACLE!" Optimus almost yelled.

Miracle was so startled that the pen flew out of her hand and hit Optimus in the head. It didn't hurt him that much, of course, but he too had jumped a bit startled because he hadn't expected that.

Miracle breathed in and out in panic: "Do you have to scare me like that?!"

"I'm sorry, that wasn't my intention. But I was wondering what you're doing there. Did you had another dream?" Optimus asked.

"Yes. And that worries me, to be honest." Miracle said. She showed the drawing to Optimus, through which a rather thick and long stroke of the pen ran. This could happen when a draftsman was scared to death while he was working. However, Optimus could still see the drawings well.

"Bumblebee... being attacked by Starscream?" Optimus said, more to himself.

"So the yellow one is Bumblebee? He's one of you, isn't he?" Miracle asked.

Optimus nodded, "It's a pity we don't know when it's going to happen. After all, you always had your visions at different distances from the actual events. I could see that from the data on your drawings."

"Yes, I'm sorry."

"You do not have to apologize. After all, thanks to you, we have been forewarned."

He picked up the pen that had bounced off his head and fallen to the ground.

"May I borrow your pen for a moment?" he asked.

Miracle didn't quite know what to say. All she had was her pen and paper. She felt pretty uncomfortable without those things.

"Don't worry, you'll get it back in no time," Optimus said then.

Miracle knew she could trust Optimus and gave him a friendly nod.

Optimus then left the infirmary immediately to call for heightened alert. Also, he had to warn Bumblebee. He reached the command center first and said: "From now on you have to search the skies carefully for Starscream!"

"Why is that?" asked a blue Autobot named Red Alert.

"Because I have information that he's planning to attack us. I just don't know when." Optimus said.

"Wait...you're raising alert without knowing when we're going to be attacked?"

"Just do as I say!" Optimus said, slightly annoyed. He left the command center without another word. He knew that his orders would be obeyed. Now he went to see Bumblebee in his quarters. The poor yellow Autobot was completely unrecognizable. When he wasn't on a mission, he hid in his quarters and didn't show up. Optimus knocked on the door as a courtesy before opening it.

He found Bumblebee sitting on the floor with photos and human objects scattered on the floor. The photos were all of Sam. He had been Bumblebee's best friend and Bumblebee had been his first car. Sam had done a lot for the Autobots, but after Mikaela left him, he realized more and more that he couldn't stay home. So he had emigrated to England with Cullie, his new girlfriend. Bumblebee had shed so many tears that day that all his coolant was gone. He was still in touch with Sam sometimes via video chat, but it wasn't the same. He missed his friend very much. Optimus could hear his friend whimpering softly as he entered the quarters. He slowly approached Bumblebee and put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Bumblebee, I know you miss Sam. But don't you think you should be happy for him? He is happy where he is now. Besides, he's not gone forever. He promised to visit you."

The yellow Autobot sobbed softly.

"Bumblebee... It's not easy for me to tell you... But you won't get any more missions for now."said Optimus.

Bumblebee stared at his leaders in disbelief. Then he started spilling his cooling water almost theatrically again. Optimus sighed deeply.

"Bumblebee..." Optimus suddenly heard a soft female voice say. He looked around and Miracle was standing in the doorway of the quarters. She had been standing there for a while, watching the two of them. The name Sam was not unkown to her as she had often seen him in her dreams along with Optimus. She slowly stepped towards the crying yellow Autobot.

She put her hand on his arm and let her gaze wander over the objects on the floor. "Sometimes it's better to talk about your grief. I don't know if that's the case with you robots, but it helps with us humans."

Bumblebee looked down at the woman standing next to him in astonishment. She looked like someone who could be trusted, even if it was the first time he was seeing her.

"I can understand you very well. I know what it's like to miss a loved one. You know, my grandmother Elisabeth always told me when I was sad: "Life goes on, no matter what happens. Sometimes you have to fight your way through, but in the end luck is on our side."

Bumblebee looked thoughtfully at Miracle, "Who are you?"

"This is Miracle. She's our guest." Optimus said.

A small smile graced Bumblebee's face. Miracle saw that and gave him a friendly slap on the arm: "Well, that's better!"

Bumblebee looked at Miracle who was just about to pick up all the things from the floor. She was a personable girl and was eager to clear things off the floor and place them neatly on the table, with some assistance from Bumblebee as the table was Autobot-sized. The yellow Autobot lifted Miracle onto the table where Miracle placed everything lovingly and neatly. As her gaze wandered over the photos, an idea came to her.

"Bumblebee, how about we surprise Sam?"

"What? With what?" Bumblebee asked.

"With a drawing of you."

"Oh, who would do that?"

Miracle pointed to herself, "Standing in front of you."

Bumblebee looked at her questioningly. As always, Miracle had her binder with her and pulled out a drawing at random.

"That's a good idea," said Optimus, "She's really good at it."

When Miracle showed Bumblebee one of her drawings, he was convinced. He was already hooked on the project: "How do you do it? Should I pose as a model? When will we start...?"

"As soon as I get my pen back," Miracle said, looking at Optimus.

He still had the pen with him.

"Can't you do that with another pen?" Bumblebee asked.

"That's not it. But then the drawings are not so vivid. That's why I like to call my pen my magic pen." Miracle said.

"Don't worry, you'll have him back in a few hours." Optimus said and left the room.

Miracle stayed with Bumblebee, who spilled his heart out to her. His emotionality now fluctuated between sadness and great excitement.