It was race week.

Charles sighed and got into his laferrari, and drove to the track.

He was tired.

He basically pulled an all nighter yesterday at the stupid grid party. Goddamnit.

That’s why he didn’t do a last minute check before leaving the house, doesn’t matter anyways right?

He pulled up around the track, the security asking for his pass.

“Yea of course” he smiled and-

Oh no.

Where was it.?