Mirage was chilling on the top of an abandoned building that he had ran into while on patrol. Patrol was usually at night since that was when it was safe for Cybertronians to walk around on two legs. He also liked to watch the stars and try and find Cybertron in the sky, just one last glimpse to see if there was any hope left for his race. This was also the alone time he needed from the scolding he'd gotten from Optimus earlier for letting the Transwarp key slip into enemy hands which was an accident. Mirage had only gotten distracted by a human festival with air balloons...