the grey walls are illuminated by LED panels, a quiet hum accompanied by the sounds of the Ratchet computers, the metallic clanking of the Autobots' feet and another argument of three children playing another game. No matter how many difficulties there were, this family was all sanctified by almost domestic comfort.

with the sound of an engine and a slight tremor, the familiar dark green silhouette of an SUV appeared in the twisting corridor of the Autobots. A thud, and Bulkhead transformed into his robot form, stretching, filling the space with his presence. But there was no malice here, even a sweet feeling, for this big guy will melt everyone's heart.

"Aah, after my ride on the slopes, I'm still pulling rocks out of my metal joints!"

his voice, still rough and awkward at the same time, echoed throughout the space, causing the three children to giggle and Ratchet to roll his optics.