After vorns of war and the stress of carrying the Autobots on his proverbial frame, Smokescreen and Ratchet had been adamant that Prowl take a break before he collapsed.

Ignoring Prowl's protests, Prime ordered him to take a vacation. Jazz whispered that it didn't mean Prowl couldn't work; he just needed to work with humans. Prowl began to look forward to returning to his old function.

Prowl transformed, startling several nearby officers. One of the officers almost fell off his bike in surprise. "Sergeant Getraer, Officer Prowl reporting for duty."

The older man nodded. "Welcome to the California Highway Patrol."