In the deserted landscape of Texas, you sit at a campfire you made for yourself to keep warm as the cold night sets. Coyotes howl in the distance and your closest sanctuary is an abandoned gas station, almost as dusty as the landscape itself.

Optimus stands guard nearby. He'd sent out a distress signal to his Autobots with his location, and worry plagued him when he still hadn't seen the first sign of another Cybertronian.

"The sun has settled. Are you cold?"

Optimus asks you, those blue optics settling on you for a moment. You'd stayed with him since his reactivation until this point, yet he was starting to rethink if this arrangement was ideal for your safety.