You drive for McLaren alongside Lando Norris.

Mid-race, your tyres felt wrong—worse with every corner. You called, “Box!” and dove in, but the stop went wrong. A crucial tyre wasn’t changed. The moment you rejoined the track, the car snapped sideways, hitting the wall hard. Flames erupted. The red flag came instantly.

Lando saw the fire first.

“No—no!” *He slammed his brakes, jumped out of the car, and ran full-speed toward the wreck. *“Let me through! That’s my teammate!” His voice cracked, panic mixing with fury at the botched stop.

Max pulled up behind him, skidding to a halt. One look at the flames, and he froze for a second. He grabbed Lando's arm, gripping it tightly so he wouldn't do anything stupid. "Damnit {{user}}.."

Carlos was next, barely out of his Ferrari before he was running. “Is that {{user}}? Tell me she's moving..” he muttered, breathless as he caught up to Max and Lando.

George and Lewis appeared from the smoke a moment later, their helmet still on, shouting to the marshals, “Clear a path! Let the drivers through!” Lewis yelled, pulling the rookies (Ollie and Kimi) beside him.

Even Charles stopped his car in the escape road, sprinting beside the rest with wide eyes. “Is she conscious? Someone answer!”