They all returned to their underground base. Dustin remained in his exosuit form and talked to Sarah.
"What will you do now?"
"I might go to the planet of Junk and see if I can get the Junkions on our side."
Already this wasn't easy for Dustin. He was torn with emotion. He knew he wasn't saying good-bye to his Sarah, but it felt like it anyway.
"Sarah, there is so much I want to tell you. But I don't know where to start."
"You can start by telling me who you are and what happened to my husband." She said with a slight smile.
Before Dustin could deny it, Sarah pressed on.
"Don't bother. I don't know who you are but you are not Dustin Zofchak."
Dustin considered trying to continue the charade but thought better about it.
"When did you figure it out?"
"I think I suspected from the beginning. It was your eyes."
"What about them?"
"They're too kind. There was nothing kind about Dustin."
Sarah paused for a moment.
"He's dead isn't he?"
"I'm sorry." Dustin said sorrowfully.
"Don't be. So who are you, really?"
"It's a long story. Talk to Prowl. He can fill you in on the details."
"He seems like a good bot."
"He does that. So what are you going to do now?"
"Oh, I'm sure Prowl can find something to keep me busy. You're not really going to visit the Junkions are you?"
Dustin shook his head.
"The deal was I get you out of Iacon and then I go home."
"Will I see you again?"
"I don't know."
Sarah leaned over and kissed Dustin on the cheek.
"Thank you...for rescuing me."
"It was my pleasure."
They stood there looking at each other. Then Prowl came in, ruining the mood.
"Ready, Shortstop?"
Dustin put on his helmet to his exosuit and transformed into the head of Shortstop while the car transformed into the body.
"Take me home, Prowl."
Dustin reluctantly walked out of the room with Prowl.
Author's Note: So what did you all think? I was actually thinking about adding to it but I'm not sure. What do you all think?