As he looked around he felt a cold wind breeze down his back making him jerk around to see a slender figure with a cloak. The figure seemed to have no face which gave Megatron a chilling feeling. "This scrap is scary, bye guys!" Dicecrosser said running off. "Agreed, you're on your own sorry guys." Qestnia said following. 

"Are you the third spirit I was told about?"  Megatron asked as he looked to the ghost trying not to let his fear over take him. The spirit simply nodded not saying a word. "Do you not speak, spirit?" He asked. They shook their helm simply pointing to a dark and shady ally which seemed to have just appeared. 

"Back from the house of sadness I see." A dark gray mech asked looking to a group of 2 or 3 others. "Yeah, sad he didn't die years ago!" One snickered. "Ha, well look what I got." An other said handing the mech a window curtain. "Curtains?" They asked unimpressed. "Well, I've got his journal." One said confidently. "Oh? Let me see." He chucked reading some of the page, "this is worth quite a bit good work, my friend."

"Spirit, who is the poor mech they speak of?" Megatron asked his optics trying to tear away from the group. The spirit said nothing and didn't move an inch. "Please, show me some light connected to this world or this conversation will haunt me forever." He pleaded.

The ghost simply turned and pointed to a small house. "Yes, Starscream home. A place of smiles and laughter." Megatron smiled which quickly faded, "it's quiet." He looked into the window his optics widening with sorrow. 

"Carrier?" Silpstream asked walking up to Arcee, "Are your crying again?" "N-no" she said with a fake smile, "I wish to not show weakness to your sire." "Shouldn't he be home bye now?" Deltastar asked looking up from her drawing. "He's been coming home later these past few nights." Thundercracker stated. 

"Spirit, please tell me. Tell me Tiny Blades lives." Megatron asked trying to hold back tears. The spirit pointed to the chair near the fire. Quickly changing to a graveyard, showing Starscream and his family in front of a grave. "No," Megatron said his voice falling silent, "not Tiny Blades. Tell me, spirit, who was the mech whom's death brought much joy to others?" He asked, wishing to just know. The ghost pointed to a headstone. 

Megatron walked toward it pointing to other headstones, only for the spirit to deny them and point to the same one. Once he reached it he kneeled taking a deep breath as he wiped the snow away, leaving the name 'Megatron' in big writing. "No..." he trailed on, "these are only things of what may be. Not what is for certain. I can change this." He cried. 

"Please, give me another chance!" He pleaded falling onto his berth. In his own house.