I spent most of the morning with Trion's grave and left Drift to his own devices at home. The mother owl fed her babies early and cooed to them until they fell asleep. I smiled thinking of how I did similar things with Alisha. I would tuck her in when she was fast asleep and when she had night terrors, before she became too old for it, I would sing her back to sleep. I would often sleep by her side on those nights.

Drift soon approached, though quietly. Had he been my height I don't think I would have noticed. He didn't speak; he just sat and watched the mountain's shadows grow away from us.

Finally, I said, "So, where were you while the other autobots were here?"

"I guess you could say on vacation. I was in the most peaceful meditation when I got Optimus's message." After another long while of silence he asked me a question. "Who is buried?"

I studied him for a moment. His body language told me I didn't have to answer. "How did you find Alisha?"

"Oh I did not find her. She found me. I crashed while entering your atmosphere and she helped me repair myself. You have the most kind sister."

I couldn't help but be proud for myself for a moment and then a moment longer. "I raised her right then." Primus' presence nagged at me again so I let the pride go.

"I must say I was expecting you to be different."

"What do you mean?" I hugged my knees.

"You are a very quiet woman and very unhappy. I expected a very energetic, and how you say…pumped up?"

"Pumped up? You mean like stubborn or on edge?"

"No, more like…feisty…or aggressive!"

"Ah, I see. She must have exaggerated."

"Then why are you so unhappy?"

I opened my mouth to answer him, to retort some smartass comment but it was drowned out by the sound of a falling meteor. There were a few of them. I stood. "What is that?"

"That looks like Bumblebee…and Optimus Prime!" He sounded excited but he wasn't as excited as I was. I nearly ran forward but I tried to contain myself until they landed with a harsh crash.

Drift transformed. The transformation even took away words to describe what it looked like! I didn't have the time to process it anyway. I got in and he took off immediately. When we hovered over the destination where the autobots gathered I jumped out.

Bee caught me and held me in his hands. I just laughed. My laugh sounded very weird, I hadn't heard my laugh since Alisha left and I nearly forgot what it sounded like. Primus' presence suddenly disappeared and all I felt was overwhelming love.

"I missed you too, Bee." I pat his face when he put me on his shoulder. I looked at Prime and noticed he was ridden with broken parts as was Hound and Crosshair. Even Bee was in bad shape.

Crosshair and Hound greeted Drift while Bee, Prime, and me talked and walked home ahead of everyone. They didn't need to fill me in but they did anyway. I leaned forward and rested my elbows on my knees.

"What happened while we were gone?" Prime asked.

"Alisha went off to college. I think she went somewhere in the northeast."

Bee made a worried noise and took me off his shoulder. He held me in his hands and stared into my eyes. I looked away, I knew what he wanted to ask but I didn't want to explain. My pride was hurt.

When we got home everyone else took off in the garage except Bee. He sat outside my window while I stared at the TV.

"You're different from when we left," Bee noted in different voices from whatever he could find on the radio.

"I know," I sighed.

"What happened?"

I could feel the tears creep up on me. I wiped them away. "I got lonely. I didn't want this to happen. To be the Recorder, I mean." I walked to the window and leaned out of it. "When Alisha left I gave in. And I got fired from my job. And now Alisha is gonna get married and I thought I was going to be left in this house all alone. And then you came back to me." A smile snuck across my lips. "And now…now I don't feel so lonely."

Bee gently tugged me from the window and lay on the ground. I fell asleep on his chest, staring at the sky, and thinking about Trion.

The fire here was different than the fires in my dreams in the past. I wasn't scared that my parents were dying as I watched my house burn. A silhouette coming from the burning building, a tall and dark silhouette was what made me want to run.

"Bee!" I screamed for him but he wasn't around and he didn't come. "Prime!" I backed up slowly until I couldn't back up any more.

The eyes were red and full of evil and full of millions of years of being alone until anger swelled so much he could finally control Megatron to do his will. Unicron came in the view of light.

"My brother sought out the help of human children?" Unicron laughed and kicked me. I went flying and my back hit the ground. The shock stunned me so that I couldn't move when Unicron approached. "You seem useless to me." I tried to sit up but he pinned me to the ground, kneeling over me. "But maybe I could use you still."

My breath caught in my throat. I couldn't breathe with him hovering over me. Then, his hand was off of me and he went soaring toward my house, still burning in the fire. I rolled over and gasped for breath.

"Leave the girl be," Primus ordered.

Unicron laughed as he sat up. "This is your doing, Primus. The girl is weak and easily manipulated just like Trion."

I grabbed my neck and pulled away a chain that wasn't there before that wrapped around my neck and my wrists. The chain was connected to the ground and it held me in place like a prisoner.

"What are you talking about?" Primus spat.

"You broke her down and now you plan to build her up but before you can do that I will have taken her from you. Watch your slaves closely, brother, because once you turn your eyes away…" Twelve more humans appeared alongside me. At the very end was Alisha and in front of each of us were the thirteen artifacts, even the quill and the Covenant. "Once you turn your eyes away, brother, you won't find them there again." Slowly, Unicron stepped on each of them, starting with Alisha. I screamed but I couldn't speak and I couldn't move as one by one he stepped on the thirteen and finally his foot hovered over me and came down.

My gasp woke me. Bee was still asleep. In his dreams he seemed to forget I was laying on top of him and he rolled on his side. I slid down his chest until my feet hit the ground, sending a shock up my ankle. I grunted but walked it off easily. The sun was just barely peaking over the mountains but I knew it was later than I thought. It was fall and the sun was starting to set earlier and earlier.

Drift was awake, watching the sunset. I sat near him but I wasn't comfortable enough to sit next to him. His odd presence still made me stiff.

"A sunset's warmth makes

The most cold hearted person

A beautiful, happy one."

I gave him an odd look. "Haiku," I realized aloud.

"That is correct. Beautiful, is it not?"

I shrugged. "I never liked haikus much. I never liked poems at all as a kid."

"You are still a child."

"No, I'm not. I haven't been a child for years." The sun was halfway up the mountain.

"You are still youthful, my friend."

"I can be youthful but I'm far from a child."

I could hear Prime and the other autobots stirring from their slumber. One by one everyone woke up and by the time the sun was high in the sky everyone was awake. I stood. "What now?" I asked them as they stood around me in a circle. I looked at Prime.

"Hound and I will circle the planet until we find Unicron. Until then Bee will stay with you."

I looked at Drift. "Can you stay with Alisha, then?" It took all of my being to ask a stranger this. "Just keep her safe, even if nothing will happen to her."

The daimyo-samurai bowed. "I will keep her safe." He promised.

I looked at Bee and Crosshairs. "Looks like it's just us two again. Like old times."

"More or less," Crosshairs folded his arms and muttered something under his breath about being left out of the action.

My dream haunted me for the rest of the day. When the sunset started I visited Trion's grave and described to the waking owlets my dream. The owlets chirped loudly while their mother took off in flight in search for food. Only the chirping owlets answered. The wind didn't stir like it often did when I visited Trion's grave.

I heard Bee pull up in his car form a little while later. He sat next to me after his transformation was complete. "What's wrong with you now?"

I sighed softly. "I…you know I'm not sure anymore. I'm happy you're back but…Unicron and Primus still haunt me."

"You're allowing them to haunt you." Bee suddenly sounded wise.

"What are you talking about?"

"You don't want to be happy so you don't let yourself."

"I want to be happy!" I screamed at him.

"Fine, then you're still depressed. Call it whatever you want it's all the same thing for you. Just be happy…like you used to be."

"I can't believe what I'm hearing," I whispered and walked the opposite way of my house into the open desert where the unknown lay.

"Where are you going?" Bee yelled.

"I'm getting away from you! I'm not just gonna sit here while you accuse me of letting Primus destroy my life!"

Bee yelled some more but I tuned him out. The night was cold and it became colder the deeper into the desert I went until, finally, I was too exhausted to walk. I fell to my knees and stared at the desert floor. The sand wasn't soft it was hard like a rock and the clumps of clay that scattered around crushed easily if I picked it up. It left red stains that were easily patted away.

The moon shone a bright blue. My jaw locked with a scowl. I screamed at the moon. I don't know why but I needed to scream. I screamed until my throat was raw. With what I had left I screamed, "Trion, why did you leave me?"

He didn't answer.

I felt the invisible chains around my throat and wrist, pinning me to the ground. My hands went to my throat but I didn't feel anything.

"They hurt you, didn't they?"

The voice froze me in fear.

"You want to hurt them, don't you?"

I couldn't breathe. The imaginary chains tightened their grip. Flashes of the dream went through my mind like a slideshow. I had to force myself to look up at the beastly transformer in front of me. "Unicron," the name was forced from my lungs. I didn't think I'd ever see him in person.

"Yes, child, I am Unicron. And you," he snatched me from the ground before I could move, "are going to rewrite history."