The last place you expected to see that familiar red and blue truck after 5 years was in Monument Valley, Arizona, where you had been living since the disbandment of Sector 7. But alas, one day after your long shift at work, you see those familiar colors speed past.

Like a call you can’t ignore, you follow him through the dust and dirt of the deep valley. You notice the hum of Bumblebee’s motor and see the other familiar Autobots beside and behind you. You park your car and step out once they stop, watching Prime transform into his robot form and all its glory. He steps towards you, kneeling down so he’s closer to your level.

“Hello, {{user}}, my old friend,” Optimus says, a familiar glint in his eyes.