A young girl, about 17 years old, wakes up and runs her fingers through her hair. She crawls out of bed and sneaks out her apartment window. She waits for a second then climbs down to the street using a tree. Once she is on the ground she runs as fast as she can to the cemetery. She goes straight to a freshly-dug grave. The headstone read:
Here lies Sam Witwicky
Father and hero.
"Dad?" the girl called quietly. "Who am I?" she down looked at the fresh earth as if she expected it to answer her. She hears the sound of a car engine coming close and runs to the closest tree. Something tells her to run, so she turns around and runs toward her dwelling. When she's close to her street, an explosion causes her to fly into the air and land on the pavement. She tries to push herself to her knees, but blood loss causes her to pass out.
"I found you, but I was a little late," the girl opens her eyes to see where the voice was coming from. She sees that she is in a wooden building of some sort, though, she couldn't tell what it was.
"Why am I here?" she asks.
"You are Maybel Witwicky, are you not?" says a man from another corner of the building.
"Yeah, but I don't want to be called that," she says. She tries to push herself up but ends up on the ground. "Ow!" she says and the man runs over. She looks at the table she had been on, there was nothing wrong with it. Then she felt sharp growing pains in her left fore-arm. She looked down to see that most of it was gone.
She screamed and stepped back away from the man. "You! What did you do to me?!" she asked, pulling out a pocket knife and stepping toward the man. He stepped away from her.
"My name's Cade and I know about your father, Sam Witwicky."