Out of all the places Rodimus expects to be, back on Cybertron isn't one of them. He's not even sure how he got here - he'd turned to talk to Perceptor about spark-types and then suddenly... he wasn't. Normally he'd blame it on Brainstorm, and technically he probably still could, but the control case was still with Nightbeat so he couldn't have traveled in time.

Right?

Because it is Cybertron, Rodimus is sure of that. Nothing else in the universe feels like Cybertron does, even if everything is wrong about it. He doesn't recognize the city, and even the planet is off - it's more like it was before the reformatting, like it was when they were all stranded there and then when Wheelie had taken them back. But he wanders around for lack of anything else to do - Lost Light not in sight and no one answering his increasingly frustrated comms.

Which is when he hears it. And then sees it. And then sort of stumbles to a halt. Because he knows that voice, he knows that autobot - er, former autobot - in front of him and he's missed Drift so much that he can't quite believe the other mech is here.

"Drift?" Well he's not instantly disappearing, so Rodimus figures that's a point in his favor. "Drift!"