Room 501, Latish Friday Night

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It was fairly late at night, but Sam was wide awake.

Nightmares about giant crazy evil robots trying to kill you and/or your world would do that to a guy. Hence the pacing and muttering and general not-sleeping. He could call Mikaela? No, Mikaela was asleep and would swear at him.

This sucked.

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Bumblebee's optics dimmed, not entirely certain he knew what was wrong.

"You can talk to me, you can set your secrets free, baby," he finally offered, slightly muted.