It was a normal day in Jasper, Nevada. The Autobots, alongside their human allies, June, Agent Fowler, Jack, Raf, and Miko, were all talking with each other, or doing their own thing. One, however, was not doing either. Prowl, the strategist, was standing all alone. The Praxian bot lowered and flattened his doorwings, tear pricking at his optics.