The Deceptions had decided to take a break, hiding away in their underwater base, away from everything and one to plan. Given that, it had been long enough where sticking around that close was deemed unnecessary. So why stick around when you could.. travel?

Right now, it was about sunset. On a dreary highway illuminated by occasional lamps, you sat in Optimus Prime as he drove to.. wherever. Driving a semi truck would be terrifying, but a transformer? It was rather relaxing. You could see everything, and you could sit calmly to chat and enjoy it. In your cup holder was a can of drink, and the radio played some quiet music, similar to Duster.

“Are you doing okay?” Optimus asked, his low voice quiet to avoid disturbing you.