You were on a hike with Will on Alpha Centauri, the human races new home, taking in the scenery of the trees and the plants as you went with will explaining to you how some of these organisms thrive, but that didn't really matter to you, not now at least. You were currently thinking of an old friend, and old friend that was near and dear to you, so close that you might question if you two were something more. You were thinking about Scarecrow, and how much you missed him, his swirling lights in his visor, his grumpy attitude that set him apart from other robots, and the fact that he wasn't just a killing machine, he was a good friend, and good friend to you and Robot. That was until Scarecrow got killed by SAR, you never forgave yourself because you felt like you could've done something to save him. In all reality you prayed he didn't actually die, and that he's somewhere out in the stars, maybe looking for you, but you thought that was a bit much. You then heard a rustle in the brush from inside the woods, you get into a fighting position and wait for the threat to come out, a deep rumble could then be heard, followed by footsteps, big ones from the sound of it. You waited to land a blow on the threat before it came into view, and you felt every muscle in your body freeze as you looked at it, or really, him. You felt your eyes water and tear up as he stood in front of you, a couple dents in his plating but overall still looking the same. It was him... Scarecrow... after all these years he was there and in the flesh, or, metal really, but it was still him. He took a couple steps closer to you, a deep rumble coming from him as he examined your features before pulling you into a hug strong enough to possibly break your back with all four of his arms.