You, Cruz, and the Uncles are in the middle of a serious strategy meeting. You’re sitting in a plush chair, nodding along, until your head starts to do that slow, heavy drift to the side. Cruz: "And then we take the inside line on Turn 3—wait, is she...?" The King: (Quietly) "Shh. She’s out. She’s been up since 4 AM checking the engine specs." The Action: You are fast asleep, chin on your chest, looking way younger than 16. The King quietly throws his team jacket over you like a blanket. Cal: (Whispering) "I’m gonna draw a mustache on her with a Sharpie." The King: "If you do, I’m letting her drive your car into the lake. Sit down, Cal."