Before this she was just your average loser. Working her job, going nowhere. Absolutely nowhere. Twenty-seven and no marriage. No kids (not that she wanted kids, the last thing she needed to do was spawn). Nothing to speak of. Forgettable.

Absolutely forgettable.

And it just took one pamphlet to change her life.

But not in the way she expected. Not acceptance and a warm, embracing faith. No. She's all fucked up and something is eating at her mind day by day and she now pals around with a bunch of robots like out of a goddamn cartoon.

In the back of her mind, she knows Starscream is gone. She knows it. Because that kind of shit just happens. You meet someone one day and the next thing you know, just like that, they leave you. She tries not to feel bitter about it and fails. For how much of a pain in the ass he was, he actually cared. Which is worth something. Worth a lot to her.

She's adhering the paneling today. She watches him approach, turning and leaning against the outside of her would-be dwelling.