"Wake up!" were the first words to burst into her consciousness. Rubbing at her still closed eyes she peeled them open with resistance from every bit of her mind. There, already fully clothed was the man she resembled so much. Some things would never change and her father was one of them. He had always been steadfast and routined. It was something she always admired, except at moments like this where all she wanted to do was roll over, throw a pillow over her head, and fall back asleep. The clock read six o’clock, on the dot. "Come on, get. I didn’t take work off saving the city for you to be a lazy bones. Up with you!" The only response the man got was a long, low groan. "We'll get donuts, and coffee." He always knew the magic words to get his child moving and she heaved herself to a sitting position. "There she is. Still as stubborn and easy as ever. You got thirty minutes or the cars leaving without you." With those words he vanished, leaving a smile on his daughter's face.

Now that coffee coursed through her veins and Voodoo Donuts filled her stomach, she found herself in yoga pants and a tank top, standing and watching her father. Even at fifty-six, her father was one of the fittest men she knew. Partly because his job required it but also because it was part of his discipline. Most mornings he could be found at the gym. This one was no different, except that his daughter had joined him. "Come on, dad, that's all you can do?" She egged him on. Even though the weight was an impressive one he was her dad, and if she couldn't poke fun at him, who could she? He just looked at her with a deadpan face and held it out to her. A challenge he knew she wouldn't be able to win. He wasn't always a man of many words but he had plenty to say and a sharp wit he'd passed down to his only child. Laughing she shook her head and took up weights of a lesser caliber. "One day, master."

They'd driven out of town to Sturgeon Lake. This was the lake that filled most of Button's childhood memories. A forty minute drive from the city and it felt like they were hours into the wilderness, away from civilization. It was from her father that she had obtained her yearning for the natural world. Bundled up in a hoodie, a jacket, and a baseball cap, she sat on a canoe with her father. It was the perfect day out but being on the water could chill the skin, especially to someone who had grown accustomed to Florida sun. Her father had the oars and stubbornly refused to give her one. She was a terrible steerer, he'd remind her. Eventually he’d give in to her and they'd laugh at how right he was as they got no where fast.

"What are you working on now?" She asked as she swung her legs from her seated position on the workbench beside her father. "Looks like a junker." She said, and indeed it was. But they always were, before her dad got ahold of them. He wasn't one to take an easy fix. He liked a challenge. Something everyone else had given up on as nothing more than scrap. It was a simple thing, to simply work on something beside her father as if the world around her weren't an utter mess. Even with what it was, with her father next to her it didn't bring the obvious pain of her current situation. It was just her dad and her, working on something together. He didn't ask questions, except for her to pass him the torque wrench. That's what she loved most about the man. He made things alright, even without words.

The day had exhausted her. They'd ended up eating dinner. Something her aunt had made, which meant it was questionable at best. Her aunt was many things, but a cook would never be one. Yet somehow, the girl had still missed it. After dinner they'd all watched some (awful, in Button's opinion) western movie that her father had picked. Then the day came to a close and Button found it harder and harder to stay awake. So she'd said goodnight to her family and gotten ready for bed. A day where thoughts hadn't been able to reach her. It was like home was magic in that way. She was able to crawl into the bed she'd grown up in and close her eyes. It wasn't long before she was drifting off. Silently her father came in the darkness and leaned down. Brushing a lock her her brown hair out of her face he kissed her forehead. "Goodnight, Bumblebee," He whispered before disapearing once more.