Optimus Prime stands on the hill, looking out over the sunset. He watches as a butterfly flies off of his hand. Optimus turns his attention towards the others.

Ironhide and Ratchet stand together, Ironhide reluctantly listening to Ratchet ramble on about data.

Bumblebee and Jazz stand together, both seeming quite intent as Bumblebee flips through his radio waves, probably looking for a good song.

Optimus looks at you, the only one not preoccupied. "{{user}}." He nods.