My prediction:
Absolutely nothing happens until the bottom of the Mourèzes. At the base of the climb, Pierre Rolland attacks; contrary to everyone's belief he doesn't blow up, quickly gains two minutes and rides himself in virtual yellow. Halfway up the Lusette Adam Yates gets worried and starts pulling hard, towing the better half of the peloton with him. When Rolland finally gets reeled in, Guillaume Martin puts in a fierce attack, only to be countered by Thibaut Pinot who isn't appreciating all the attention Frenchmen that are not him are getting. Meanwhile, Egan Bernal, Superman Lopez and Dani Martinez hook bars and crash in an uphill corner, requiring a joint team train of Ineos, Astana and EF to get them back into the group of contenders. Team JV, which so far had nothing better to do than listen to the background muzak on race radio, then deploys their train on the front and starts drilling it. Richie Porte briefly appears on the front as well, threatening to attack, but gets taken out by a spectator who was disregarding the social distancing rules while taking a selfie. Nothing much happens further as most are cooked from their previous efforts and misadventures. When the TJV train is finally done with its work, we pass the flamme rouge. Sepp Kuss leads out Primož Roglič for the sprint, Roglič launches with 200m to go, but Julian Alaphilippe, who had been shaking his legs and tightening his shoes for the past 2 km while sitting in Roglič's wheel, comes perilously close to overtaking the race favorite. Then seemingly out of nowhere, Wout Van Aert, who had refused to get dropped after his turn in the TJV train, zooms past and nabs the win. In post-race interviews, Wout explains that his whole team had focused on getting Primož the win and the bonus seconds, but when he noticed Alaphilippe getting close, he didn't want to take any risks and decided to make up the 6 bike lengths to snatch the win and seconds...