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There's a battle ahead, many battles are lost
But you'll never see the end of the road
While you're traveling with me
"Don't Dream It's Over," - Crowded House
They took the northern root, up through San Francisco and then headed west and south, rolling through miles and miles of desert sands that were stark as bone beneath the full moon's light.
Radio contact with the others had been lost days before.
The only thing they were sure of was the arrival of more Decepticons.
Though Bee knew, in his spark, that his comrades were still out there.
Some undercover, maybe.
Some hiding, yes.
But still out there.
Still existing.
And that's what kept him moving.
That and the young man currently asleep in his backseat, murmuring softly as dreams troubled him.