You were Toto's child, to put it simple. Right before the Abu Dhabi GP, you fell in which left Toto scrambling for ideas. You were old enough to not need a babysitter, but whilst ill? You grew clingy and hated being alone. So he brought you to the race. It wasn't the best idea, since he was worrying about you more than the race.

You were lying in Lewis' driver's room (Lewis was more than happy to let you rest there) as Toto sat beside you, making sure you were okay.

"You alright, buddy?"