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"Why won't you help me mommy?" the little girl asked plaintively her mother. "I'm all alone here. I'm cold and hungry."

"I can't," her mother replied, with tears in her eyes.

"Why mommy?"

"Because…because… I can't," her mother said, starting to cry.

"Why mommy? The girl repeated the question. "Don't you love me?" she asked.

Spectra suddenly jerked awake; covered in cold sweat, breathing hard from the nightmare that she had just had. She straightened up in bed and turned her head to look at the clock on her night stand; it was 2:30 am. Whenever she would wake up from her nightmare and look at the clock it would always be 2:30 am. She turned her head to look at her mate beside her; he was still sleeping. She pushed the bed sheets away and got up; she walked into a bathroom and splashed some cold water in her face trying to wake herself up a little bit. Why am I having these nightmares? She wondered as she stared into the mirror. "What am I missing here? All those years I raised my sparkling as a human carrier trying to protect her from the Decepticons and the Autobots and for what? "She whispered, still looking into the mirror. And then it hit her. She raised her daughter as a human carrier, but she wasn't a human. She tried her best to fit here on Earth as a human being that in time she forgot what she really is… a Cybertronian. Maybe these were not nightmares, but signs she thought to herself. "And there is only one way to find out," she said, as her holoform disappeared. A second later the door of the garage slowly opened and Spectra drove down the street and toward the cemetery.

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The next morning...

Dean was in the kitchen drinking coffee and reading newspapers, when suddenly Spectra burst into the kitchen smiling.

"Spectra where have you been?" Dean asked, getting up from the table and walking up to her. "I woke up in the morning and saw that you're gone."

"I was at the cemetery," Spectra said, elated.

Dean looked at her confused.

Who in their right mind would be happy after returning from the cemetery? He wondered. He also wondered if the grief for their daughter affected her sanity.

"Listen, I know what you are thinking right now, but hear me out," Spectra began."All those nightmares I had were not nightmares, but signs" she said. "Our sparkling is online. "

"What?!" Dean said, in disbelief.

"Our sparkling is online," Spectra repeated."But, of course I wasn't sure 100 percent and I needed some kind of proof, so I went to the cemetery and…"

"And you dug our daughter up?!" Dean whispered in shock, taking a step back.

"Dean calm down and listen," Spectra said, trying to calm him down.

"NO!" he shouted. "ARE YOU INSANE? HOW COULD YOU DUG OUR DAUGHTER UP?! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?!" he shouted angrily before calming down. His wife is sick, she needs help he thought to himself. "Spectra you need professional help, you are sick," he said.

"I'm not sick Dean, listen to me. I know you don't understand but it's true. The person we buried is not our daughter; it's a clone" Spectra said, putting her hand on Dean's shoulders.

"What are you talking about?"

"Remember when Sandra was twelve, she fell from the tree and broke her four front teeth on the rock," Spectra said.

"Of course I remember; there was blood everywhere and she was screaming. So?"

"The dentist made her crowns, but the clone doesn't have crowns; it has normal healthy teeth."

"Spectra please tell me you didn't pull her teeth out?" he asked shocked.

"WHAT…. NO!"Spectra said, not believing what he had just asked her. "I scanned her. Also her left arm."

"What about it?" Dean asked.

"The bones are normal."

"I don't get it."

"When she broke her arm in the car accident, the doctor did not fix it correctly, so the bones didn't heal properly."

"I remember the bones in her forearm healed a little bit crooked."

"Exactly," Spectra said. "But the clone had normal bones; there was no trace of fracture."

"But, how do you know that?"

"I'm a scientist, remember?" she said. "When you clone someone you're making an exact copy of a person you clone. But that copy is better from the original, because it's new."

"I don't follow."

"It's better, because they don't have any flaws as the original; like missing tooth or a broken arm. Missing tooth or broken arm don't occur naturally; you weren't created with a missing tooth or a broken arm, but some force affect it to happen. Like a tooth disease or a fall."

"And her memories?" Dean asked.

"Cortical psychic patch," Spectra said.

"In English please."

"Cortical psychic patch is the procedure with which you can transfer someone's memories from one body to another, or you can transfer someone's mind from one body to another."

Is it possible that Spectra is right? That their daughter is alive. Dean wondered.

"Alright, lets assume you are right. Who would do that, and why?"

"That's what we have to find out."

"And how are you going to do that?"

"I don't know, but I will find our sparkling if it's the last thing I do. And then I will offline the person or Cybertronian who did that; that I promise you. And there is no force in the universe that will stop me," Spectra said, as her purple eyes flashed with anger.