It was time. Optimus Prime watched as one by one, the souls of his fellow Autobots danced in the air before they vanished away into the human world. His gaze lingered on the soul of one particular autobot, which flitted like a little bumblebee in front of him. Holding out one robotic hand, Optimus waited as the curious soul landed on his outstretched palm.
"Soon," Optimus thought to himself. "Soon, we will meet again."
Gently, he tossed the yellow glow into the night sky. With a final bob, it flew away, like a shooting star.
Six-year-old Optimus Prime stood behind the telephone pole, watching the black car pull up the driveway of the neat little house. A young man with brown hair stepped out of the car, stretching his aching muscles before hurrying around the car to the passenger seat. Carefully, he led a pretty blond woman out of the car. The woman was carrying a small bundle of blankets in her arms.
The young boy held his breath. This was it, t