Phoenix Fire sat in the corner of the large car garage. He had woken up from a nightmare, again, about the fire that burned his ship and himself. He hugged his legs to his chest, his holo-gram-like blue eyes wide in desperation.

He tried to calm down. He didn’t want to wake the other Cardbots up for his silly problem. He whimpered, his helm pressed against the wall. He was panicking again.