[Issue] Chelmsford Rallycross 20XX

[Robin Stanton]

"We took the Robin-Mobile. Think he'll be out long enough to not scratch up the seats on route?"

[Samantha McManus]

"...Ainsley?" Sam quirks a brow as she senses his approach, turning around to face him.

"You might be just who we need, here."

[Will Stanton]

"We took the Robin-Mobile. Think he'll be out long enough to not scratch up the seats on route?"

"You what? Robin, you're not licensed yet. What if you'd gotten pulled over, hrm?"

You'd think he'd be more concerned about her shredded up arms, but nope.

"Well, what's done is done. No idea how long he'll be out, but I know the longer we spend talking about it the less likely it'll be he'll sleep soundly until we get him back home."

[Robin Stanton]

"It was kind of an emergency!"

[Will Stanton]

"We'll talk later. More pressing issues to deal with now."

[Ainsley Green]

"You might be just who we need, here."

They say a person's inner monologue is always cooler sounding than their outer one.

God help the boy who held Ainsley's outer monologue because his inner monologue was nerdy enough.

"Oh? Why's that then? More creepy creatures of unknown origin?" He attempted a reply to Samantha. He didn't know her well, but he knew her reputation and hoped he'd done the right thig.

[Samantha McManus]

"He's... buried in there somewhere. There's too much noise for me to find the person in him."

"But you can maybe cut through the noise, once he's awake again."

[Ainsley Green]

"Oh I can definitely help with that, but also, I got a friend in the woods that was their friend. So perhaps that can help too. Doubt he'll want to talk to anyone but me though."