Outside the window there was an endless field of sunflowers. They raised their yellow faces to the sun, spreading their petals, basking in the sun. Optimus was also basking in the sun. He had already forgotten what it was like to feel the warmth of the sun on his metal plates and the familiar unevenness of the road beneath his wheels.

Prime used his side mirror to watch the human lounging lazily in his driver's seat. Dima lazily glanced out the window, languid from the scorching sun and the pleasant heat in Prime's cabin.

Optimus himself didn't know what it was about this human that caught his attention. All humans were fragile and weak in his vision, but this one... He fixed him. He helped him out of a difficult situation, patching up his wounds, adjusting his carburetor, pulling a dead bird out of his engine, and so on... The human rushed to save him time after time, even after Prime, captured by Quintessa, calling himself Nemesis, tried to kill Dima, the human still saved him, helped him. Put him on his feet, and fixed him again.

This human was strong, courageous, strong-willed... Sometimes he thought that this human was a hundred times stronger than the war-hardened Prime. Optimus didn't want to leave this human. He suddenly began to think that the idea of not returning to Cybertron and staying on planet Earth didn't sound so bad. The seat belt gently tightened around Dima's body.