Thomas thought about it for a second before he shrugged one shoulder. Shaking his head, he said, "I don't have a clue."

The one thing he really wanted was the one thing that winning a race wouldn't get him. Bringing that up right now would skew the mood and Thomas didn't want to do that. Not right now. He could do that later when he was on his own and wouldn't wreck anyone else but himself.

"What's a good thing to ask for?" he asked quizzically. "What do you want if you win?"

Or when he won, that was.