The sound of the rain hitting the halo was almost as deafening as my quickened breathing. The drops slammed against the visor as you tried to keep control of the car. Wet Silverstone was a different beast. You knew Charles would be glued to the pit wall, that mix of nerves and strategy in his eyes. And Carlos, your parents… probably pacing back and forth, chewing air and cursing in Spanish from the stress.

“Come on… hold the line, hold the line…” you whispered into the radio without realizing it.

Kimi Antonelli, your teammate, was right ahead of you. You’d been following him since the last corner. It was fine, the pace was good. Everything was under control. Until… it wasn’t.

The car aquaplaned coming out of Chapel. The steering went light, unresponsive. The wall came closer faster than I could react. A sharp hit. Darkness for a second. Then, a ringing in my ears.

“Are you okay? Are you okay? Please respond.” — Your engineer’s voice, urgent through the radio.

You pressed the button on the wheel, still dazed.

“Yeah… yeah, I’m okay… I’m sorry… I don’t know what happened…”

Silence. Then, a sigh of relief over the radio.

You slowly took off my helmet as the marshals arrived.