It is difficult to describe...The moment when you don't feel anything, you don't need anything. There is no time, there are no memories and you don't even wonder why... I know this moments and I'm living one right now. My chassis is still recharging and my processor is choosing either to stay in the world of dreams or return to the reality. Just a small movement would be enough to wake my chassis up but what was the reason of the awakening of my processor? This sound of the released compressed air and the light that followed were the reason.

I online my optics just a bit, not to wake my chassis up, and saw a blurred shadow-like figure and then hear a soft wisper "...impossible...". Then, other voice follows " Hey, what's wrong with you?" and a new figure appears "Look..." "Is that...a femme!? Primus! It's a femme!" "Ratchet! Get here now!" the first figure nervously yelled.

"Move aside!" I heard a grapy voice "Who is -... By Primus... a femme..."

"Is she alright?!""Is she damaged?!""Shut up you two!" I'm motionlessly following the three of them...Huh! Someone is lifting me up! Feelings... My chassis is awakened but it feels so heavy and weak... Surprised but quiet moan escapes my voice box. "Easy, femme." I hear the same hoarse but gentle voice and raise my optics at the one in whose servos I am. My vision isn't clear and processor ache can't stay unnoticed. Not dreaming anymore and the tiredness shows that I have run out my energy sources.

"Ratchet?" turning my helm a bit to the left I see more figures. It is a bit strange to just lay and wonder what will happen next, like all these isn't happening with me but being in no condition to move, the only thing I can do is...observing? "We must take her to Iacon as soon as possible. She needs medical treatment" the one holding me started walking faster. "Is she conclusion?"

"Yes but I'm not sure she is processing much, Optimuse. She is young and weakened." I can hear the sound of engines, we must have entered some kind of an aircraft .I am laid down and cant help but moan again as every movement of my chassis feels uncomfortable like I haven't used it for a long time. May be that was the exact reason... "Don't worry youngling. You are in the right servos. Everything will be fine, I'll make sure." 'I know' I thought to myself offlining my optics and trying to relax while being comforted by the monotonous sound of working engines. I hear voices but my processor ignores to understand what they are talking about. I don't know how much time has passed but unexpectedly I feel how the aircraft makes it's landing and the engines stop. Sounds, voices... I am in someone's servos again. Sounds, movement... I can't make out anything. Lights, figures... I can't catch any details as everything is changing so fast. Echoes... I am laid down and everything stops. Silence. I look at the wight ceiling and manage to focus my optics. Definitely, it is the time for me to awaken and here I go...