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Ah!Thisthingisfinallygettingasignal. [Blurr’s face shows up. It’s been weeks since he posted and he looks tired, scratched and in need of a good rest, but he’s smiling.

Because he's in the wastelands the communication is filled with static and sometimes it might fail completely.]

Greetings! I hope everyone's^{doing well. It's been}some time and now I'm afraid I need your help. [He moves to show rusty old trailer next to him, on its side.]

I replaced the tires of the trailer and tried to the fix the broken _{axels but there}was just so much I could do with something so old and rusted. I’ve been trying to flip it to the right position for hours but I do not process the necessary strength to do that. And in case you are wondering why I ^{want to take this} old thing to the Haven…

[Blurr opens the back of the trailer and sure it’s filled with wheels. Long lasting and highly durable, so durable they survived to this day untouched by time.

Merry belated Christmas, people.]

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It was really weird... [Not that he knows there's a specific reason for Blur's being unsettled as he is.]

I can imagine. [It's better NOT to know.] I'm glad you are okay now.

[The boy nods, not going to disagree to that.]

I'm glad everyone made it back.

[...although it would have been better if they'd all been able to come back together. He's still a little concerned about what had happened to Thundercracker.]

Some good news for once. Barricade and Sentinel are almost here. Can we talk more in a bit?

[Blurr learned about it, he's trying to help the poor seeker.]