In the Ferrari garage, Fernando stood alone and frightened, unable, or unwilling to move. The realisation that his condition, suffering with the disease LeproFerrarisy, left him susceptible to losing badly.
And Fernando was already a bad loser. Being a Ferrari Leper just made things worse.
Taking a deep breath, he slowly rotated on the spot so he was facing the door to the Ferrari garage and slowly moved his left foot forward. As he tried to move his right foot, he lost his balance and fell head-first to the floor, bashing his head on ...
Bright light… Blinding bright light. Painful bright light.
“Are you hurt? Are you awake?”
Fernando attempted to open his eyes, slowly. The light was seemingly a little less bright, less painful.
Raising his head, Fernando scanned the garage for the owner of the voice…
But Fernando was no longer in the Ferrari garage. He took a few moments to try to work out where he was.
A large glass panelled room. A vehicle parked a few feet away. A red and white car.
Slowly standing, Fernando could see it was a red and white race car.
“Where am I?”; he asked out loud.
“You are in the MTC. How did you come to be here?”; came a reply.
The reply had come from the person that had been the owner of the voice that Fernando had heard a few moments ago. The person stepped from behind a console next to the red/white car.
Fernando eyed the person suspiciously.
“Who are you? And where or what is MTC?”; he asked.
“My name is Jense Unbuttoning. And it’s the McLaren MTC that yo..”
“But how can I be at McLaren MTC, where-ever that is? I have LeproFerrarisy. I fell and hit my head. I should be suffering the effects of ..”
“There are no Lepers here at the MTC”; interrupted Jense Unbuttoning. “It sounds like his Ron-ness has summoned you.”
“I don’t believe you. How can my LeproFerrarisy have been cured?”
“There are no Ferrari ills here. Only those of our own making. And as the White Gold Welder, you will be the one that will cure them!”; said Jense Unbuttoning.
Fernando was stunned. He stood looking wondrously at him, and said “but Jense Unbuttoning, how can I be the cure, when I don’t know what ills you?”
“It is not I that ills, Unbeliever, it is McLaren itself. You will find the fault. Oh, and call me Jense.”