He took the glass with a small nod of thanks, and drained it quickly. The Autobot remained quiet for a long moment as the images from his dream ran through his head- some of them were as clear as day, others he'd forgotten completely. It was weird, having gaps in your memory. Fuzzy spots where only moments before there had been a vivid image.

The feeling, however, was one he couldn't forget.

"I thought I'd lost you." His voice was small, barely audible, and he didn't dare take his eyes off of the empty glass in his hand.