Sam had been here long enough to get several versions of the story of this place, to sleep one night in his new home, which was awesome, by the way. And he had also enjoyed several meals at some nice places, and managed to maybe get a job at a tech place.

Ever since he had temporarily had the All-Spark in his brain, he had somehow understood how everything mechanical worked, and could fix it. He hadn't realized that for years after the experience, but once he did, he stopped trying to be some big shot and started trying to fix things, and suddenly been very, very rich and successful.

Before that, of course, he had lost his second girlfriend, lost track of all his transformer friends, and managed, all-told, to generally lose track of everything he liked in his life. Being rich was nice, but Sam quickly learned something. It wasn't really worth it.

And so arriving here, it had somehow... felt like a new start.

Now he wandered, looking for... something new. Or something old.

Or just... something.