[That is exactly what happened...that was, until the sun glinted off ironhide's shiny hood. Henry was used to dark spaces and lifted an arm to sheild his eyes...when he caught his own reflection.]
[...in a very familiar tire rim.]
[The hairs on the back of his neck stand up. The shovel in his hands almost slips. No. No, it's just...it's just some big truck. PEOPLE HAVE TRUCKS ALL THE TIME. ESPECIALLY IN POKEMON LAND AHAHA ha ha..ha.]
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[...in a very familiar tire rim.]
[The hairs on the back of his neck stand up. The shovel in his hands almost slips. No. No, it's just...it's just some big truck. PEOPLE HAVE TRUCKS ALL THE TIME. ESPECIALLY IN POKEMON LAND AHAHA ha ha..ha.]