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Optimus hated this day of the year, September 2nd, he wished that time did what it was said to do: heal his scars but it seemed that it was from the case and it was possible it never happend. Oak Park Cementery were words he disliked to read and they caused him great pain that no punch, shot or blade had ever caused him and it grew more and more as he reached his destination. He missed her greatly and missed everything about her: Her laugther, her sense of humor, her great heart, her willingness to leap into the unknown, he simply missed everything about her. Finally he reached her gravestone and placed a big bouquet of the flowers that she used to love: "Forget me not". He was sad and broken and while he was still unable to cry the rain was doing it for him to make the pain more bearable. The inscription said: "Gwendolyn Dakota Lahela" "Born: April 12th, 1979 --------- Died: September 2nd, 2011"

Gaiana Moore ran her fingers through her orange hair as she stared at Aurora. Aurora picked at her hands nervously. She wasn’t sure why her mentor called her so suddenly to meet on a day when they don’t usually meet. Ms. Moore let out a sigh, “Well Aurora, it is time for your physical here at the academy. Follow me.” Aurora was a little surprised but followed her mentor as she was instructed to. They went down several hallways and passed a good number of classrooms before arriving at the nurses’ station, “This way.” instructed Ms. Moore. Aurora followed Ms. Moore to the back of the large room where there was a door. Going thru the door, there was a room sectioned off into three curtained-off areas. Her mentor pulled back one curtain to reveal a small space with what looked like an elaborate scale complete with a monitor, buttons and handrails. Alright, strip down to your underwear and step on the scale. Let me know when you are ready. Aurora did as she was instructed, obediently