The Shadow Zone could be described in only one way: the Pits. Or, like the humans say, Hell.

Soundwave couldn't really say how much he had been in the Shadow Zone. Hours? Days? Who could really tell? With no way to communicate with the real dimension, it was impossible to know exactly how much time he had spent there. Still, the hinger couldn't lie. His tanks were empty, almost on the verge of collapsing. The little energon he still has in his system? Well, he can do anything other than share it with Laserbeak.

Oh, his poor cassette, starving with him, in a dimension within dimensions. With no way of calling for help. No way to find fuel.

The Decepticons Spy knew: he was destined to die of starvation.