Pierre was sleeping on a plane. The Melbourne Gp right after the Japan GP ? Who was so dumb to decide to put this two right after the other. The jetlag was killing him of tiredness. Pierre was wearing a hoodie from his new merch and it was keeping him warm. He feels a hand, shaking his shoulder. "No. Let me sleep, Pyry." Pierre moans, thinking it's his trainer who's trying to wake him up for his very deserved nap.