Everything was starting to look good. Today was going to be good. Things are calming down at the new Autobot base and, more importantly, today’s the day that Rodimus is finally done serving his jail time. It had been, what? Weeks at least since they’d put him in that cell, and he can’t even remember how many had passed. Either way, it’s been a long time coming. Things would finally start getting back to normal. Sure, they wouldn’t be able to leave the base just yet…but it was still leagues better than having Rodimus stuck in that ship any longer. All of this was good. There was…absolutely nothing to be nervous about.

Even though…they...hadn’t really been able to talk since the night Drift had snuck in that damned bottle of engex. He couldn’t remember how or when he’d even left the ship, but he could remember everything else. He sure could remember everything else. But what he didn't know is how much Rodimus remembered.

Right now, Drift’s waiting outside, near the front of the ship like he promised he’d do on the day his friend got released. It hasn’t been long since he’d sat down, but the minutes are already dragging on and he doesn’t know how much longer he’ll have to wait. Or how much longer he can wait.