It has been two days since the race in Germany and I am currently back at the team's HQ. I am trying my best to repair some damage that the car sustained due to the wear and tear of racing. It is proving to be a challenge as the damage is not immediately obvious. You'd think with three years on the job things would be easy but no. The only reason why I know that I have more problems to fix was because the data showed hints of the issue and Mick's lead engineer confirmed it. There is one thing that is making me feel a little better about the situation. The fact that Mick's family seem to be getting along with me.

"You are kidding me," I utter as I discover that the problem is much much worse than I thought. The thing is I don't have much time before the race in Austria which is setting off alarm bells in my mind.

"It looks like you and your team could do it with some help," A familiar Russian accent remarks.

"Thank you Yuri but don't you have to worry about Nikita's car?" I ask. Don't get me wrong, I am happy that he has offered. The problem is Dmitry will complain about Yuri again.

"My team and I have made the required repairs. Besides you need some help if you want to get the car ready for Austria," Yuri is being insistent.

"If you say so," I throw my hands up in surrender. There is no point in resisting. After an hour of work, I can feel the sensation of someone watching over me with a concerned look. I peel myself away from the car to find Guenther standing over me. Knowing him he is going to want an update. The sad thing is I haven't got enough good news for him.

"What can I do for you boss?" I ask. I notice that Guenther has a look to suggest that he has been thinking.

"It's not looking good. Is it?" He asks.

"Nope. I'm going to have to replace the entire gearbox. Even with help, I am struggling to make the repairs," I give my report. As soon as I finish my report Guenther's face scrunches up. Neither of us seems to have a clue as to what we are going to do next. I am quick to excuse myself as I need a break. I make it to the small cafeteria in record time. It is there that I find myself thinking about ways that I can repair the gearbox without incurring a penalty. I am struck by an idea. With that I finish nibbling on the food. I am quick to go back to work.

"Yuri I have an idea but I think it may not end well," I announce before launching into an explanation. I will find out how it ends in four days' time. I am just hoping that my fix can last for at least the race in Austria.

"At least you found something that might work," Yuri responds to my plan. I am glad that someone is optimistic about it. I just have a thought lingering in the back of my mind that something will go wrong. Oh well, there is nothing that I can do. As my grandpa reminded me many times. I just need to trust myself. After a couple more hours I have finally done the required repairs. Thankfully there were no additional issues that I had to work on. It is the day after and I am on my way to Vienna. Right now I am waiting for Mick as my flight was a few minutes earlier than his. As per usual I am quick to find Mick.

"Over here Mick," I called out to get his attention. Thankfully Mick notices and joins me in record time. With that, we make our way to the hire car. After a couple of hours of driving, we arrived in Spielberg. It has been a couple of hours since we arrived in Spielberg and I am preparing for a short hike. The reason is I want to explore the forest around the Red Bull Ring. The good thing is I will have company from both Mick and Yuri. I managed to convince Yuri to come along so he can have a chance to relax before the race. I am quick to meet the pair in the lobby.

"Hey Morgan," Yuri musters some enthusiasm to greet me.

"Come on Yuri. You'll be fine. Like I said yesterday it will take your mind off the Maz drama," I respond. I honestly feel for him though. That's why I talked him into hiking with Mick and me.

"Anyway we should get going," Mick says. With that, we head out. It doesn't take long for idle chit-chat to flow between the three of us. After two hours of walking, I have found a good spot for us to rest and have lunch. It is a spot that I have been to a few times as a child.

"Let's rest and have lunch. The hike has made me hungry," Yuri reads my mind. I just think he is complaining. I can understand it.

"Well we've made it to the good spot," I say as I gesture towards the Red Bull Ring. I notice that the only activity on the track is from the pit lane. It's the various logistics teams setting everything up. I take a seat next to Mick with us facing Yuri. I distribute the attempt at making lunch. While I do so my mind wanders to the fact that the repairs I made on the car a few days ago might not work. Hopefully Mick doesn't pick up on my bother. I'm sure Yuri will since he was helping me.

"Morgan you did the best you can," Yuri speaks up as if he has read my mind.

"I know but it still bothers me," I say before filling Mick in.

"Honestly Morgan, you worry too much," Mick responds. Like Yuri, he is trying to reassure me but I am not convinced. Maybe Mick is right. Maybe I am worrying too much but I am one of a few people between Mick and serious injury. I find myself sighing as I tuck into my food. I don't want to face the issues until Friday.

"Anyway. Thank you for lunch. For an amateur it's really good," Yuri changes the conversation. Thank you, Yuri. I pretend to be offended that he called me an amateur. At least he knows that it is in good fun. Even Mick seems to be enjoying himself. After thirty minutes of relaxing the time has come for us to head back to the hotel. Despite the lingering sense of dread, I have enjoyed my time. It seems like it was a good idea for me to invite Yuri and Mick along. They seem a little more relaxed. The thing is it is just the calm before the storm. Or if my instincts are correct it would be a hurricane.