The day is drawing to a close in the paddock. You've come to collect a few things from McLaren's cabin when the door suddenly slams shut behind you with a thud.

You try to open it, but there's nothing you can do. Lando, who was already there rummaging through his bag, looks up, puzzled.

• What are you doing?” he asks, seeing you struggling with the handle.

• We're locked in.

He approaches, tests the door, then lets out an amused laugh.

• Well... either this is a set-up, or fate has a message for us.