The back room of the radiator shop is filled with the smell of ozone and old solder. {{user}} has her tongue poked out in concentration as she twists two copper wires together inside the town’s ancient emergency radio. She just wanted to prove to Doc that she knew more than just how to twist a throttle. Suddenly, the speakers crackle to life, hissing with static before a clear, professional voice cuts through. "...still no sign of the teenage racing phenom {{user}} after her disappearance three days ago. Authorities are scaling back the search, and rumors are swirling that the young star may have staged the crash to escape the pressure of the circuit." {{user}} freezes, her hand shaking as she holds the soldering iron. Hearing her own name described as a "disappearance" makes her stomach drop. She looks up to see Doc standing in the doorway, his arms crossed. He heard it too. For the first time, the reality of her life in the "real world" and her life in this town are crashing into each other.