Stu-E Price sat in the dim glow of his screen, the flickering light casting shadows across his face. The view is so far up close it's hard to make out his actual surroundings. His thumb swiped up with a practiced rhythm, the motion almost mechanical, the endless stream of tweets passed before his eyes—snippets of lives, opinions, and outrage—each one demanding attention, yet none holding it for long.

His eyes glazed over as he scrolled, the content blurring into a mosaic of words and images, hashtags and emojis. From stories of riots back home, to well wishes from his fans, to updates from the World of BriSCA Formula 1 Stock Car Racing.

Stu-E's mind wandered between the tweets, lost in opinions and comedy one liners from people like Al Snow. His thumb paused, hovering over a post that caught his eye, but then it continued its journey upward, driven by an urge he couldn’t quite explain.



"Nicest thing that bastard has said in months.." Price quips with a smirk on his face before replying.



As he posts, he smiles at his recent invitation to the SSCN 2Litre Saloon World Championship, racing in the 168 car, and clicks on YouTube to find the video from the online racing league, ran by an old friend back home.





As the video comes to a close, Stu-E sits back, it's almost poetic that it took a bunch of cars to dump him out of that race because that's how he feels about his new HWA Championship, it's going to take a lot more than one person to remove it from his grasp, which is something Tobias is about to find out. Noticing the time, Price turns his phone off and as he does, the scene fades out.