Blitzwing was chilling on a mechanical hot air balloon, those that flew over Detroit city. He watched down at the thousands of small lights, the cars viewed from this height looked like a bunch of nanobots.as he looked down, the cold night breeze blew gently on his faceplate. After a while he began having a conversation with his other personalities. His faceplate spins and stops on random. "Ohoho! Aren't ze starz pretty!?" his faceplate spun again, back to icy this time "yez zhey are."