Heydays come and go, and for Lightning McQueen, his career peak was about ready to go, but his life had reached another zenith. He and Sally were out of Radiator Springs on their honeymoon.

After sacrificing his racing career to give Cruz Ramirez her chance and mentor her to success, McQueen took the plunge and proposed to Sally. The decision came from the satisfaction that Cruz won a Piston Cup, one-upping Jackson Storm, and personally taking the words of wisdom from the Thomasville Legends. Life is too short to wait for an invitation. If he and Sally were going to get hitched, if not now, then when?

The newlyweds were vacationing at Dun Tugging, a small jetty beside a treelined bank upriver of Bigg City Port on the east coast. Once the biggest harbour in the world during the twenties and thirties. According to Lizzie's ramblings, Stanley, the founder of Radiator Springs, started his travelling radiator cap sales business from the port. And Bigg City was called the hub of steam power.

On the third day, Lightning rolled out onto the veranda of their accommodation and looked out at the mudflats which marked the end of the river and the port limits.

The morning sunlight shone from his shiny red paint. When the season finished, Lightning went to Ramone to have his Doc Hudson tribute colours taken off and his Retro Radiator Springs livery reinstated. Sally liked both paint schemes; however, Lightning wanted the Fabolous Lightning McQueen paint job as his Crew Chief colours.

"Top of the morning, Mr McQueen," said a jovial Irish voice. Lightning turned toward the voice. "Morning, Boomer,"

The face of their host, and holiday home, the houseboat Boomer, smiled. He was an old tugboat converted into a houseboat, his chimney was removed, and the only smoke came from an old stovepipe sticking out the yellow sunhat atop his wheelhouse. "It's a lovely morning. Do you and the misses have any plans?"

Lightning shrugged. "Sally and I are probably going to drive upriver. Know any good places?"

"Well," Boomer began. "I've never been to it personally. But my friend, Sunshine from the Star Fleet, tells me Uptown is an amicable settlement," his wheelhouse swivelled beyond the mudbanks and looked up the river. "Cross the bridge at Mitton to use the west bank and the old torn-up railroad line to get there. Word of advice, steer clear of the Breaker's Yard, Burke and Blair are always looking out for who's next to go, and several times they don't care who, or if they're truly past it,"

Lightning nodded. After suffering his crash, and retiring from racing, a racer car without a race seemed the kind of useless entity these supposed death merchants would be grasping for. "All right, Boomer, thanks,"

A yawn came from below deck, and Lightning smiled. Sally rolled up alongside. "Morning, Stickers," she kissed him on his door. "I just heard we were going to Uptown today?"

"Yep," he grinned. "Last one there buys breakfast?"

Sally smiled and revved her engine. "Oh, you are on,"

Two steam whistles sounded. First, a sharp wailing of two raising and falling blasts, followed by an upbeat middle-to-high pitched distinct whooping. Two small tugboats approached Boomer. The smallest had a deck-level wheelhouse with a red baseball cap and only one superstructure compartment behind, with his funnel extending out.

The second, the larger of the two, stood taller with his bridge sitting on a superstructure with three rooms. Over his head, he wore a blue cloth cap with an eagle crest.

Both wore a livery of yellow with red funnels, the spouts painted with blue and white stripes. A white five-pointed star emblem was affixed to the sides of the stacks; on their masts flew a red flag with blue and white stripes on the hoist side and a white star in the centre.

The houseboat smiled. "Top of the morning, Ten Cents. Morning, Sunshine,"

Ten Cents, the larger of the pair, sighed with a frown as he looked down at his prow. "Morning, Boomer,"

Boomer raised an eyebrow. "You all right, Ten Cents? If you don't mind me asking, you seem a bit down today. What's up?"

Sunshine, the little river tugboat, answered, "We've come with some bad news, Boomer. In two weeks, Star Tug and Marine are going to leave Bigg City,"

Boomer's expression dropped. "So, this might be the last time I see you?"

"Possibly," Ten Cents replied. "Contracts have been drying up. No one's using the port anymore,"

"Where will you go?"

Sunshine smiled. "Don't worry about that; we've got a new port to take over in England,"

"Multiple ones," Ten Cents added. "There's an island that's a haven for steam-powered vehicles; they were more than happy to let us work with them."

"Aye," Sunshine continued. "And most businesses that don't involve the communities upriver are going north. There's a new port called Big Harbour being built in Nova Scotia. There's already a diesel tugboat fleet making it home up there,"

Boomer smiled as his eyes softened. "That's good to hear. You'll still have a place in the world. You deserve it; after all, you both helped find mine,"

Lightning looked down when Boomer said place in the world. Coaching Cruz allowed him to stay within the racing world. Seeing her crossing the finish lines using Lightning and Doc's tricks gave him a sense of pride. But having spoken with Cal Weathers, Bobby Swift, and Dale Earnhardt Jr, it was clear you could take a racer out of the race, but you couldn't take the race out of them.

Cal retired, Bobby was replaced, and Dale retired from racing because of issues his company faced in 2015, hence why they pulled out of sponsoring the Piston Cup. And though Lightning retired too, they were all still capable of racing. Just as Doc still had a lot in him, Lightning, Cal, and Bobby were all itching to race again. And the fans were a little miffed at the sudden changes too. The Piston Cup was all about stock car racing. Lightning was a custom design, not stock built; however, he was based on pure mechanics. Storm and a lot of his ilk were super high-tech, far beyond the capabilities of the average automobile. So many fans ended up feeling alienated, so Cruz became the audience sweetheart in the 2017 Piston Cup Season.

McQueen also wondered what would become of him when Cruz retired from racing. Then there was the fact that Cal, with Smokey's input, was filling in as Cruz's Crew Chief during the wedding and the honeymoon period. What if the two hit it off better than she and Lightning did? Maybe a visit to Thomasville to get more advice from the Legends on what to do when that happens would help. Junior, River, and Lou all seemed content.

A nudge came at his side. Lightning blinked and looked at Sally; his wife looked concerned. "You okay, Stickers? You were spacing out,"

"Sorry," he glanced at the three boats conversing. "Come one, Sally, let's leave these three floaters to reminisce," they wheeled down the ramp from the veranda, along Boomer's deck and onto the jetty.

When they reached asphalt, the newlyweds lined up. "On three," Lightning said.

"No speeding," Sally said.

"Of course not," the racer replied. "One, two, three," the Porsche and the seven-times champion took off.

Uptown was a quiet little hamlet with people peacefully going about their day, like Radiator Springs before Lightning arrived, only much older.

Lightning and Sally spent the morning wondering, and naturally, Lightning signed autographs.

As they passed the church, as faint and muffled crying caught Lightning's door handles, he leaned to the side and blinked. "Hey, Sally, do you hear something?" Sally paused and leaned towards Lightning's direction. "Yeah, I can," her eyes followed it down to a backstreet beside the white religious building. "It's coming from down there,"

The couple gingerly rolled side-by-side down the alleyway until they reached an abandoned building. Boarded up with a lopsided sign reading, St Rollox Home.

Sally stopped at the padlocked door and found a small box next to it; the crying came from inside. The lawyer bit her lip. "I think we can guess what's making the sound," she carefully slid the lid off the box, and when she looked inside, her lips pursed. "It's okay," she pulled the side off the crate and slid the little wrapped bundle onto her hood. "Why would someone leave an infant here?"

Lightning focused on the sign, and lips curled inward as he frowned. "Looks like an abandoned orphanage,"

"You're right," called a new voice. The couple turned around.

Another tugboat with the same colours as Ten Cents and Sunshine sat on the quayside. This one was older, being paddle driven; he also wore glasses and a straw boater hat on his bridge. "St Rollox was the Uptown orphanage, but it closed the other day. All the little tykes were sent to other foundling hospitals or were fostered."

Lightning glanced at the child on Sally's hood. "But what about this one?"

The paddle tug frowned. "I don't know; I've never seen it before. Maybe the child's parents placed it here, thinking the orphanage was still open. But that begs the question. Why would they abandon their child?"

The racer turned to the child and carefully opened the blanket. A pair of light grey eyes, surrounded by a bare metal cab, met his. Lightning gave a small, sad smile. "Hey there, little guy. Do you have anything that might help us?"

The infant car's eyes darted up to meet Sally's, and it started to wriggle to get a better position. Blankets shifted as a letter peaked out of the material. Lightning slowly took it out and read it, "To who this may concern," it began. "This is my little son, he's only two months old, and his birthday is the second of January. I made a big mistake that put his life in danger. I had to rely on unscrupulous individuals to acquire his tech plasm and get the materials from my departed partner. Since I took my boy from them, they've followed me; I can feel it in my chassis. In less than a month, I shall be dead,"

Lightning and Sally's eyes met, her windscreen ducts were welling up, and Lightning could feel fluid pooling in his too. He looked down and finished the letter, "Therefore, I am entrusting him into your care. Keep him safe, let him grow up happy, with the kind of life I wanted to give him but cannot."

The paddle tug sighed. "Terrible business. I thought I'd seen the last of these sorts of criminal actions when the Z-Stacks left. What are you going to do?"

Lightning folded the letter and gazed at Sally. "Sal?" he sighed. "Look, I know this might not be easy to hear, especially with how fast things have happened,"

"Monty," Sally interrupted. Lightning locked his mouth because Sally meant real business whenever she used his real first name.

"We can't leave him here," Sal interrupted, looking down at the child, who giggled, making her lip perk and her lower eyelids lift. "We're taking him home to Radiator Springs. I'll sort out the adoption papers,"

Lightning smiled. "Thanks, Sally," he rolled forward and nudged his nose to the child's cab. "Hello, Hudson McQueen,"

When the two returned to Boomer, Ten Cents and Sunshine were still chatting.

"And after all this time," Ten Cents said, "You're still being moored here? It's been over ninety years since then,"

Boomer beamed. "Oh yes, I still love it here. There's just something about this place that never gets old," he sighed. "But I am going to miss you a lot. Just as I miss Puffa and Billy Shoepack,"

Sunshine looked down. "Aye, I miss Billy too, the mad old gator. Sometimes when I pass the Breaker's Yard, I swear I hear his funny whistle," he gave a quick toot.

Baby Hudson wriggled on Sally's hood and a shrill, three-note howler accompanied by a white cloud. Lightning and Sally stared at the little car.

Ten Cents spoke up, "Ere, that was a steam hooter, a Crosby tri-note from the sounds of it. Why's that kid got that?"

Boomer answered, "Probably because of the most obvious answer, he's a steamer," the houseboat looked at his guest. "Hello again, Mr and Mrs McQueen; back so soon? And where'd you pick up that little wonder,"

Lightning remained silent and looked wide-eyed and loose-jawed at Baby Hudson. Sally meanwhile explained how they found the child.

Ten Cents glanced at Sunshine. "So, OJ's at Uptown already? How long have we been here?"

"I couldn't tell you, Ten Cents," Sunshine replied. "I'm as flummoxed as you,"

Finally, the champion racer spoke up, "What are we going to do, Sally? We can't raise a steam car,"

"Lightning," Sally drawled. "You're not going back on what we agreed. I didn't know you were against steamers,"

Lightning shook his hood. "It's not that. No one in Radiator Springs would know how to fix him,"

Ever since Doc Hudson passed on, Ramone handled minor mechanical emergencies, as his customisation skills somewhat blurred into the engineering Doc practised. When something significant happened, Lightning would call out a top doctor. But they, like Doc, were only taught in how to administer to gasoline cars, not steam-powered vehicles,"

Boomer then spoke up, "Why don't you go into the city and consult Lucky's Yard,"

Ten Cents agreed. "Yeah, they've kept us going for a hundred years. The manager's probably the finest doctor in external combustion in the country,"

"Aye, if not the world," Sunshine added. "And with us leaving, she's going to need a new job,"

Lightning nodded. "I'll go down there. Sally, can you look after Little Hudson?"

"Of course," she then looked down at Baby Hudson. "Look at mommy, Huddy,"

Lightning smiled. "I'll be back as soon as possible," he gave them both a kiss and rolled downriver.

Lightning paused on the massive bridge spanning the port. He could make up a few other Star Tugs with their yellow coats chugging about. A few derelict boats moored beside abandoned quaysides and rusting train lines. The place looked worse than Radiator Springs when the lost rookie barrelled through and wrecked the main street.

According to Boomer's tales, Bigg City Port never ceased working in its heyday. It was so busy the port had two rival tugboat companies, Star Tug and Marine, also known as the Star Fleet and Star Tugs, and Zero Marine, called the Z Stacks. Important jobs kept both fleets working night and day as goods stacked high along the docksides were brought into port by road and rail. The trucks, wagons, and freight cars were reloaded with cargo from incoming tramp steamers, ferries, and liners for delivery to inland cities and towns.

Every transport method involved moving goods into and out of the port. The work of the tugs was an essential link in the chain. Nonstop and round the clock. The lifeblood of the whole operation was coal; without this dirty stuff, the industry would have ground to a halt.

Lightning paused. Would Hudson need coal? According to Boomer, all steam vessels in the port used coal instead of wood because coal was a much denser fuel than wood. And with more calorific output per tonne, it also burns at a higher temperature. That would be something to ask when he met the doctor at Lucky's.

And why would someone get so far involved in what could be a mafia gang to get a child manufactured? Who was this person? Nothing in the letter suggested gender. And were they even from Bigg City, travelling for two months meant the kid could have been constructed anywhere.

Tech plasm, the living metal, was not easy to come by and hard to produce and maintain. Hence, hospitals only got a certain amount when needed. A malleable and adaptable substance, capable of being programmed into new shapes and designs and possessing a self-replicating cellular structure and a tech-genetic code. Some material from the two parents would be mixed into the Tech plasm as it would be poured, moulded, and forged into an infant car.

One of Baby Hudson's genetic parents must have been a steam car to allow him to be one too. That would be something to investigate, steam cars today were a rarity, and most alive today were centenarians. Lightning doubted that even an underground assembly garage would allow material from a hundred-plus-year-old car to be used. Then again, with criminals involved, there were other avenues to find tech plasm.

McQueen stopped that train of thought and scanned the port to find the repair yard. He saw a complex on the opposite side of the bay from the suspension bridge.

He carefully navigated the streets beside tall, pre-skyscraper high-rise buildings. Lightning turned a corner and saw a car parked against an abandoned ferry terminal. The car, an old four-door sedan, wheezed as he sat forlornly next to a donation pan. "Can you help a poor steamer?"

Lightning took his chequebook, placed it at the steamer's tire and clipped a pen to his rim. "Just write your price, though, nothing that'll break the bank," McQueen joked; he'd won over a hundred million from winnings alone. The old steamer wrote a low six-figure sum. "Bless you," he said, and he sputtered away.

Lightning reached the road entrance to Lucky's Yard. A sign by the entrance gate read Lucky's Yard, Est 1919. Proprietor, Dr Lucky Lane, Registered MD, Int Com, Ext Com. Nearby, someone was locking and nudged a For Sale sign into place. "Well, old girl, this looks like our final chapter," the car said in an elderly woman's voice. She was a boxy runabout lacking doors, and her cabin area was covered with a white wide-brim floppy hat with red plumage. The colours contrasted with her dark blue paint and wooden cream wheels.

"Doctor Lucky Lane?"

"Yes?" she asked, not turning around.

"I'd like to hire your services,"

"Oh, really?" she made a three-point turn with a light chuffing. "And who is my prospective employee?" despite how the hat covered where her windshield would be, Doctor Lane jumped. "Lightning McQueen? What do you want with an old duffer like me? Don't you have access to the best doctors in the business?"

Lightning sighed. "I used to,"

Lucky nodded. "I can attest, I've never had a better doctor than my original. Come into my office," she moved away from the main gate, and Lightning followed towards an open garage with a shopfront window. Lucky rolled over to her wooden desk and looked at a painting hanging over the fireplace. The framed portrait displaced a snub-nosed pickup truck with a funnel sticking out of his cab, painted in Royal Navy blue.

Lucky continued, "Commander Caradoc Pott, Royal Navy steam lorry and Professor of Mechanical Engineering. Best steamer in the business,"

Lightning gazed at the portrait. "What happened to him?"

"Got killed at the Battle of Jutland in 1916," Lucky sighed. "When I heard the news, I felt the Commander's memory should carry on. I studied and became a Doctor of External Combustion so I could do for steamers what Pott did for me. In 1937 it was commissioned to help construct a diesel tugboat, so I became a Doctor of Internal Combustion. It didn't matter as the poor boy froze the first winter, so he was sent south. To that end,"

The old car turned back to Lightning and bowed her cubic bonnet. "Doctor Lucky Lane at your service, Mr McQueen," the doctor said. "Now, what is the trouble that would cause you to come to me and not one of your, Dinoco, was it now, doctors?"

Lightning gave a so-so gesture. "I'm still with Rust-Eze, which is now owned by Dinoco, and yeah, I'm sure I could ask Tex to get me the same doctors who fixed King. But none of them would know a thing about steam,"

"Steam?" Lucky asked. "You? Have you gone soft in the cylinder heads or something? You're most certainly an internal combustion road vehicle,"

"Oh, this isn't for me," Lightning replied before he explained about Baby Hudson.

"Ah," Lucky drawled. "And you want me to make sure the child grows up healthy, given his uniqueness,"

"If you could," Lightning said.

"I'll have to get my affairs in order first,"

Lightning paused and twitched his lips. "I guess that could work. We haven't had a proper doctor in Radiator Spring since Doc passed away," he grimaced. "Shoot! We turned his clinic into a racing museum dedicated to him,"

Lucky tilted. "Are there other buildings that can be converted into garage clinics? We'd need space for two, one for external combustion work and another for the internal combustion engine patients. I would also like comfortable living space in my old age,"

McQueen looked up and considered some of the abandoned businesses in the town. His lips rolled. "Maybe if we knocked through the walls of some of the abandoned buildings on the main street. I'd need to get everyone else's approval,"

Lucky nodded. "I understand. When are you and Mrs McQueen to leave?"

"Mack's supposed to arrive on Sunday to take us to the Virginia Speedway, so I return to coaching Cruz for the rest of the season. Then Cruz and I will be travelling with the Dinoco team, so Mack's free to take you to Radiator Springs if there's room." his eyelids frowned. "I'll see what I can do tonight. Tomorrow morning, Sally and I'll bring Hudson so you can have a look at him, doctor,"

"That is acceptable. Good afternoon," Doctor Lane concluded, and Lightning returned to Dun Tugging.

McQueen rolled into the lounge area of Boomer and smiled, seeing Sally play peekaboo with Baby Hudson. She didn't even turn to see him as Lightning rolled up behind. "Hey, Stickers. Did you get any luck from Lucky's?"

"You could say so," and he explained the meeting with Doctor Lucky. "So, I thought if we refurbished some of the old shops on the main street, we could set up a new clinic,"

Sally mused. "Not a bad idea. But we're keeping the neon signs,"

"Oh, definitely. But we'd better tell the others," Lightning went to the computer and activated the video call function. "Flo's," he announced, and the call brought up the account for the videophone outside Flo's 8V Café.

After a few seconds, Mater's rust-filled visage appeared on the screen. "Hey there, buddy!"

"Hey, Mater, should've expected you to pick up,"

"I wasn't expecting you to call," the tow truck said. "How're things over in Bigg City?"

"Sally and I are doing great. We've even got some big news. Can you move back a bit so everyone can see and hear this,"

"Course," Mater said; he reversed and yelled, "Hey, everybody! McQueen's called on this here phone!"

The rest of the Radiator Springs residence quickly converged and filled the screen.

"Can you hear me?" Lightning asked. Most answered positively, though Lizzie called for Lightning to speak up.

"Okay, let's get the biggest news out of the way," Lightning began, "Sally and I discovered something today," and he explained about Hudson.

Sheriff chuckled. "Knowing Doc, I doubt he'd have liked the fuss of having a kid named after him,"

"Well," Lightning replied. "Doc was the greatest guy I'll ever know. "Baby Hud is here with us," Sally rolled up with Little Hudson on her hood.

Immediately, Mia and Tia, the Twins, squealed and gushed.

Ramone hummed. "He's going to need a primer coat at least,"

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it," Sally replied. "Here's the major part," she then glanced down at Little Hudson. "Toot-toot!"

Baby Hudson giggled and gave two small blasts of his whistle. Lightning winced and shut his eyes. "Did you have to do that, Sally? Right when he's next to us?"

Mater laughed. "Dadgum! That's one beauty of a motor horn,"

Lizzie trundled up to the front. "That's no horn, Mater. That's a hooter," everyone glanced at the Model T, and she clarified, "A steam hooter. It's not the kind Stanley had, but I know one when I hear it,"

Lightning nodded. "That's the crux of the matter, guys. Baby Hud is a steam car," he then explained his visit to Lucky's Yard.

Flo spoke, "So, we got two new residents of Radiator Springs coming. Doctor Lane, and Little Hud,"

"Yep," Lightning replied. "So, we're going to need a new clinic,"

"New clinic?" Mater asked. "What's wrong with the old one?"

"We converted to be the Doc section of the Racing Museum, remember?"

Flo asked, "So, where's this new medical team going to set up?"

Lightning told them his suggestion. "The north side of the main street could be converted into the new clinic. What else are those buildings doing other than slowly falling apart? We could give them new meaning,"

Lizzie nodded. "Stanley would approve of the idea," after she said this, the townsfolk all approved.

Sally smiled. "Great, I'll come home with Little Hud and Doctor Lucky Lane, so we can work on the layout and what'll be needed. Ramone, can Lucky use your shop until the clinic is open,"

"No problem," the bodywork artist replied. Besides her husband, Flo nodded. "Since you're saying we got to keep the kid a secret when it comes time for teaching, I'll help with the math,"

Sarge nodded. "I'll handle the boy's history lessons,"

"And there's the old library," Fillmore added. "I'm sure it's still got usable books,"

The Sheriff said, "And he'll certainly know what the law in this town is. I'm not having him become a delinquent,"

Lightning smiled. "Thanks, guys. And I'm sorry I won't be there when Hudson arrives in Radiator Springs; I've got the job,"

Mater nodded. "We understand, buddy. You're on the road during racing season, like you have always been. Tell Cruz we said hi!"

"I sure will; see you guys soon," everyone said their goodbyes and the screen cut out.

Sally passed Hudson over to Lightning. "One last thing to do tonight," she rolled over to the printer and pushed a stack of papers towards the coffee table. "Adoption forms, Stickers. We've got to tell the official channels here in Bigg City and in Arizona, and secret child abandonment is a serious crime,"

"Right," he looked down at Little Hudson. "I'll put Hud to bed and join you," Lightning moved into the spare bedroom built into Boomer. Suitable for two individuals and not necessarily children. Carefully he placed Hudson in the space; using the blanket the child had been found in, the racer covered the kid. Then Lightning switched the nightlight on, which started playing a lullaby. The little steam car gave a big yawn and settled down to sleep.

McQueen kissed Little Hudson on the roof. "Nighty night, Hudson,"

Baby Hudson gurgled, and Lightning left the room.

Settling next to Sally, the racer sighed. "Okay, now for the hard part of adoption,"

"The sooner we finish, the sooner we'll be new parents," Sally said. Lightning simply smiled back.

Two nights and this baby already getting on Lightning's nerves. He slowly opened his bloodshot eyes and looked at the alarm clock, which said twenty to two. Sally slept like a log beside him; Lightning growled and slowly drove towards Hudson's basket.

As soon as the baby laid eyes on Lightning, he giggled. The seven-time champion sighed. The baby did the same thing three times tonight. He was obviously the kind of car that was always seeking attention. He placed the baby on the floor and let him wander around the room. Being so young, Little Hudson couldn't consume fuel until he was around three months old, so the baby car pulled himself forward with his front tires for now.

He accidentally slammed his hood with a table, shook himself, and took off in another direction. Lightning chuckled as he watched Hudson poking one of his favourite scrapbooks, which included all photos and clippings featuring Doc Hudson.

Lightning never imagined himself as a father, or at least so soon.

Poking at his hood launched Lightning out of his thoughts; he looked down and found Little Hud bumping him, obviously wanting to be picked up. Lightning put him over his hood, and the baby started to explore his surroundings. Everything seemed smaller to him, and it fascinated the kid. Lightning smiled as the baby looked him in the eyes. That's when it hit him.

This baby needed him and Sally. Little Hudson had no one else in this cruel world other than them. Trusted them to take care of him. To watch him fall and help him stand up repeatedly. To be there in the most critical moments of his life. The day he learns to drive and talk, he goes up to his wedding and the creation of his own children. This baby gave the couple unconditional love from the very beginning. He was here to make a difference in their lives.

Lightning gave a sighing laugh. "Well, rookie, I guess you really are my son."

Hudson, not understanding anything, quickly decided that staring into someone else's eyes was boring, so he sucked on his tiny tyre. Lightning laughed and placed the kid on the floor. But as soon as Baby Hud touched the base, he started whimpering. Lightning quickly put him back over her hood, and the baby ceased with the whimpers. He just stretched his axles and fell asleep.

Lightning sighed. He should make him sleep on his own, so this couldn't happen in the future. 'But one night won't hurt, right?'

So, he made himself comfortable and fell asleep as well.