•]••´º´•»It happened so quickly - All Pierre remembered was seeing that mobile crane on the track and panicking. His breath was quick and rapid, he slowed down immensely, he didn’t care. He did not want to end up like Jules, his friend, who had died the same exact way, same conditions, same track, only a few years ago. His engineers were shouting in his ear as he lost positions, but it was all background noise to him as his breath was quick, his blood felt cold, he felt lightheaded etc. That was until he heard his engineer say one simple sentence.«•´º´••[•

AlphaTauri Engineer — “Pierre, box, now.”

•]••´º´•»Pierre had returned back to the Alpha Tauri garage, the engineers ushering him inside as it seemed they had taken him out of the race, which he was thankful for. The Frenchman was terrified, his body on autopilot and next thing he knew he was sat down in the garage, his personal engineer trying to talk to him but the Frenchman only stayed silent. That was, until you had come into the garage during the red flag.«•´º´••[•