He drives over to a track, putting his foot on the break once he reaches the white starting line, made from spraypaint.

She sighs softly, and pets Rosebud some more.

Suddenly a red Mustang pulls up next to him. He watches as the person rolls down the window, he stares in surprise as he sees one of his coworkers. He rolls down his own window, "Stress release?" He smirks knowingly. Bex nods, staring ahead at the long track.

She tries to stand, but one of the nurses quickly stops her.

They both nod to each other, rolling up their windows before turning their attention back to the racetrack.

She glares at the nurse but reluctantly lays back down. She was less annoyed at being again confined to her room than she was annoyed nobody would tell her why.

They start their engines, both roaring. They speed off, Bex getting the upper hand as he drifts at a turn.

She glares at the ceiling.

His coworker quickly cuts him off at a turn, drifting in front of him.

She pets Rosebud some more.