<strong>Tagged:</strong>Wiggy, Alex, Open<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Titan, Garage, New Amsterdam Raceway<br/><hr/><br/>Joy took the map and glanced at the rough schematic. "Wigz, can you lead the way...." Joy said, but trailed off she saw Alex now in the garage. If memory serves her right, Joy remembered that it was Alex that didn't know what was going on because on that day, he was bogged down with post-race interviews and had only come back to the truck in the wee hours of the morning. Alcohol was surely to blame, but Joy wasn't around to dig him out of the drunken mess he was in that day. There was no blaming him. The only person to blame was her mother. Her expression changed suddenly, from a brief state of shock from seeing Alex present in the garage to a determined look.<br/><br/>Whatever he wanted, or didn't want, would have to wait. Joy, with map and blueprint in hand, started on her way, walking past Alex like she was a different person. When it regarded her mother, she was a different person, one who had been told a lie because ... well, she didn't know all the facts, but she was determined to get it from the actual source. She exited the garage, heading for the large threshold that led into the raceway.<br/><br/>She looked at her map, but could not understand some of the details. Whatever map Wiggy had downloaded, it had been too complicated to comprehend. "Wigz, I can't read this map at all," she said to the following technician. "Can you make sense of this?"