The next morning she was awakened by Optimus:

"Miracle, wake up. It's time."

Miracle turned around, grumbling, "Please let me sleep for two more minutes."

"I think you slept long enough."

"Hardly, after the night of horror last night."

"Come on, it's almost noon."

Miracle sat up and yawned, "Well... you're not leaving me alone anyway."

She got up and went to the bathroom, which was as massive as the rest of the quarters. Miracle saw a large bottle of metal polish here, along with other Autobot toiletries. But Miracle didn't miss out either. Optimus had really thought of everything: soap, shampoo, creams, even make-up was deposited here on a shelf in her size. But Miracle didn't think much of putting on make-up for everyday use, preferring to keep it natural. Miracle changed into the clothes she had been wearing since escaping the Decepticons. When she came out of the bathroom, Optimus shook his head.

"You are in dire need of new clothes," he said.

Miracle looked down at herself. Well, the pants were a bit dirty. Her left shoe still had yesterday's lube on it, and her shirt had a few rips and holes. But that wasn't nearly as bad as when she was still living on the streets. But of course Optimus didn't know anything about that yet. Optimus led Miracle into the hangar to a table with lots of paint cans on it.

"What are all the colours doing here?" Miracle asked.

"I was thinking about what you could do here. After all, you're not supposed to get bored while I'm on a mission," Optimus said.

Miracle still didn't quite get it: "Do you want me to spray graffiti on the walls?"

Optimus laughed, "No. But your artistic talent can still work to our advantage. You know, in our fights against the Decepticons, our appearance sometimes suffers a lot."

"Oh I understand! So I'm supposed to give you a new coat of paint when your polish wears off!" said Miracle.

"Exactly."

"Well... if it was up to me you'd be the first to get a paint job from me," Miracle said. She had noticed that the paint was peeling off everywhere on Optimus.

"Not today, we don't have time for that." Optimus said.

He transformed into the truck and threw open the driver's door: "Please get in."

Miracle had never gone anywhere with Optimus. So now she was excited like a little kid as she got into the big truck and buckled her seat belt.

Optimus started the engines and drove out of the hangar on the grounds of NEST's base.

"Where are we going?" Miracle asked.

"We're driving... how would you put it... shopping?" he asked uncertainly.

Miracle couldn't help but laugh. She nodded her head, giggling, "Yeah, that's right. But... how are we going to pay for that?"

No sooner had Miracle worriedly asked this question as a card appeared from a compartment next to the steering wheel, which she was turning as if by magic.

"A credit card? No, I can't accept that," Miracle said, shaking her head.

"Miracle. We are now partners. That also means sharing."

"But-"

"No buts. just take it It is all right."

Optimus knew too well that Miracle was quite humble. But she needed new clothes. She shouldn't walk around like she came off the street. After all, she was his partner now. The Prime's partner. She should be dressed accordingly. Optimus dumped Miracle in front of an expensive fashion house. When Miracle saw this magnificent building, she said, "You want me to go in there? This is high fashion. Quite expensive."

"You must not forget that you are my partner. And that's what you're supposed to look like." Optimus said. Optimus also gifted Miracle with a type of watch that would allow her to video chat with him. She put the watch on her wrist and then got out of the truck.

She went into the expensive fashion house quite ashamed. She felt so shabby in here with her torn and dirty clothes. Suddenly a nice saleswoman came up to her and asked: "What can I do for you? Oh, I can see they are in desperate need of a new outfit!"

The saleswoman sprinted straight away and threw Miracle so many clothes that she should all wear. She could hardly carry all the things to the locker room. In that situation, Optimus' enormous strength would have come in handy. She put on the first outfit. An elegant white dress made of pure silk and jeweled shoes. She felt like a princess in those things. She wanted Optimus to have a say too. So she activated the clock and stood in front of the mirror in the changing room. She pointed the clock at the mirror for Optimus to see.

"Miracle, that looks very nice. You're a new person," said Optimus.

"Do you really mean? I don't know, isn't that a bit too expensive? The dress alone is $9,000," said Miracle.

She heard Optimus sigh, "Don't think about the price. It's just supposed to look pretty."

Everyone at Miracle resisted and she bought a lot of expensive clothes for the first time in her life. After more than an hour she came out of the building with quite a few bags. She had never spent so much money before.

She was struggling to pack all the stuff into Optimus. After the entire front passenger seat was packed to the ceiling, there were still two bags left that she had to deposit on her lap for better or worse. Optimus drove back to the base with Miracle. He drove along a highway where Miracle could see the sea in the distance.

"Is that the sea?" she asked.

"Yes. What you see over there is the sea off Florida." Optimus said.

Miracle sighed enthusiastically, "I've never seen the sea in my life."

"Who knows, maybe one day you'll see it," Optimus said. Arriving at NEST's base, he helped Miracle bring all their bags to their quarters. Then he had to go to a meeting again. Miracle set about hanging her clothes in her closet on her own. When she was done, it suddenly beeped. Her gaze fell on a laptop that suddenly stood on her desk. She opened it and saw that an email had come for her. She read the email. It was from the Times, who asked her to do an illustration.

It seemed that Optimus had made sure that she could continue to practice her profession here as well. So she set about creating a drawing.

The next morning, Wheelie, a little Autobot who used to belong to the Decepticons, came to her: "Somebody needs a coat of paint, great artist!"

Miracle giggled, "Oh, very nice of you, Wheelie. Tell him I'll be right there."

Wheelie sped away on his two wheels. Miracle came into the hangar 10 minutes later and saw who was waiting for her. The Green Autobot. One of the twins. That was exactly the Autobot who had told her and Optimus about this embarrassing mission. Now Miracle saw her chance to take revenge. She innocently walked up to the green Autobot: "Oh, I can see your paintwork doesn't look pretty."

"Oh? You're the new painter?!" the Autobot asked. Knowing too well who he was dealing with here.

"Yes, exactly."

"Oh dear... I think I'll reconsider," he said, ready to leave. But Miracle grabbed his hand and said, "Don't worry, I won't do anything bad. I'm just renovating your paintwork, nothing more."

"B-but aren't you mad at me?"

"What? No It's long forgotten."

Miracle tried to look as innocent as possible. Inside, however, she was grinning full of glee.

"Okay," the Autobot said, transforming into a green car. Miracle picked up a can of paint that contained the color pink. But of course she covered that up so the Autobot wouldn't see. He, on the other hand, probably dozed off while Miracle repainted him. When she was done and the paint had dried, she patted the Autobot on the hood. Then she kept a safe distance, not knowing how the Autobot would react.

When he saw the colour at himself, he raged with anger: "What have you done to me?! You should repaint me and not deface me!"

"What do you want? I think piggy pink suits you really well."

"Wait, you little..."

The Autobot ran after Miracle, who ran away, giggling.