There's this thing about wandering around in a depressed haze. The thing is that you don't pay attention to where you're going, and suddenly you're down a deep, dark hole. There was a symbolic metaphor in there somewhere, but Chromedome wasn't in any position to actually appreciate it. Right now he was gazing helplessly up at the round patch of sky far above his head.

Thing was, he had been down here for a couple days now. He'd like to think that his friends would check up on him, but with so much going on, and Chromedome not having an actual place to stay, he didn't really blame them. Still, he was stuck down a hole and it really sucked being down here. So when he heard the sound of footsteps he immediately got excited and started calling for help.

"Hello? Is anyone up there? Down here! In this very deep and kinda damp hole, if you don't mind!"