<strong>Tagged:</strong>Wiggy, Open<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Titan, Wiggy's Room to Garage to Joy's Room<br/><hr/><br/>Joy was completely lost in her memory, the time when her mother didn't come home one day. She found her father working hard in the garage, though it seemed like he wasn't getting any finished. In fact, it seemed every rotation of the wrench was for nothing. Joy found her father in tears after finding his daughter there in the garage. Alex had won the race, but it seemed like her father came in dead last.<br/><br/>At first he was hesitant, more so than any time before. He sat Joy down and told her the news, the very tragic and terrible news. Megan Avalon, was out to get supplies in the town after the race was over, but members of the team that were worried that she didn't come back in time, found her dead in a suspected bandit firefight. Thinking she wasn't going to see her anymore, Joy listened to her father, on the reason why her mother gave her the name Joy. He would say,<em>"Be joyful. While in the driver's seat. While you're living your life. It's the one thing that people can't take away from you, if only you hold onto it for dear life."</em><br/><br/>What a lie. Joy loved her father for giving her the joy of her very own 3-REX, loved him for the love he gave her. But now she hated him. It wasn't love, it was sympathy, giving her something to hope for all these years, even after he died. She wished ... she desired that if her father wasn't dead, she would be the one who gave him the killing blow. But it was the hand on her shoulder that snapped her out of her malevolent thoughts. She turned her head and listened to Wiggy reassuring her.<br/><br/>But it wasn't enough. In fact, all Wiggy had done was help Joy to refocus her anger at something else. It wasn't the box of CLIF bars, one of which had been crushed under one of her racing boots, nor was it her father. The target of her rage was her own mother, Megan Avalon, going missing all those years ago and finally being found in the hands of Redline, supporting them and making her millions no less. She turned around, her glare meeting Wiggy's face. "You don't get it Wigz. My mother is alive and well, working for Redline. She broke my father's heart, which made him lie about her getting killed by bandits. In the end, my mother killed my father." She turned on her heel, finally popping the crushed package under her feet, and started for the door. She closed it one the afternoon air blew into the garage. She took off her poncho, revealing the shirt underneath. "If anything, I'd like to have a word with my dear old mother. I'll get her to spill the beans and get me those RHT units."<br/><br/>She went out into the garage and walked to her own room. If Wiggy followed her, she would witness Joy shamelessly take off her shirt, short shorts and racing boots off to put on her second suit, for her last suit was still in its drying stage. This suit still had the team colors, but with a different design and backwards color scheme. Climbing into the suit, she inserted her arms into the sleeves and made sure her zipper was zipped all the way up. With a metal clip, she tied her hair up into a high ponytail and turned and headed to the door.<br/><br/>"Wigz. Make me a route to Redline's garage," she said as she retrieved a CLIF bar that had escaped the confines of Wiggy's room. The mess would have to be cleaned up later, the CLIF bars put back in their box some other time. Right now, Joy was going to pay her mother a surprise visit.