Optimus didn’t really know where he was driving to. He didn’t have a destination in mind. All he knew was that he would keep his wheels turning until the sun came up.

Why? Because {{user}} was asleep. And they could only ever sleep well when they were in the car. Maybe it was the gentle, smooth shake of the tires against the road or the sound of the wind or.. whatever. All he knew was that it helped.

So Optimus drove himself around the streets, tinted windows hiding that nobody was behind his wheel. He had soft music playing as he drove around, all the softest songs in your playlists playing.