A lone ship flies down into orbit. It is covered with red dust and shows signs of wear and tear, as if it had been away from its home for too long. The astronaut inside was in fact very tired and missed his family dearly. He could hear the creaking and groaning of the engines and mechanisms as the prepared for their final descent. The lone occupant was used to hearing the monotone voices of the NASA technicians “congratulating” him for his return to Earth. The astronaut himself felt terrible, and not worthy of any sort of joy, even from a non-emotional worker getting paid less than minimum wage. Sighing, the lone worker pressed a button on his wrist, sending out a signal to the nearest communications tower, wanting to hear where and when he would be landing.

He heard a beeping, which meant a signal was approaching him. “Hello?” No response “Hey?” There was a buzz, followed by the sounds of people screaming. “Conrad! Screamed an unknown voice. There was huffing and puffing, as if the speaker was running. “Stay in orbit, they are here, repeat they are here”! Conrad was so caught up in getting home, he did not even bother to look out his port window at his home planet, Earth. Glancing out the window, he did not see the luscious blue seas and rolling green valleys, instead he saw the horrific sight of molted brown and black-blue seas of pure death and misery. Earth was dead. All that remained was a shell of its former magnificence that seemed to be an overgrown asteroid of Hell .

The puck glided gracefully across the ice as 13 year-old Jack Haldane pushed forward towards the offensive zone. The tens of thousands of fans in the audience at the Consol Energy Centre were all hollering, their smiles seemed to explode from their faces as they saw their favorite young player, number 77 dangle the defenseman and toe drag the puck fast his flashing stick. Haldane charged past Chara, cutting to the middle. Marc-Andre Fleury was skidding back and forth across the crease, trying to track the movements of this insanely fast right wing of the Buffalo Sabers as he tucked the puck between his legs.

Jack spun, and with one swift motion, he had the puck on his stick. Coming off of his spin, Jack released the puck, sending the vessel of victory towards the top right of the net. Fleury saw this, but was to slow and could only watch as the puck sailed past his blocker into the net. Brinnnnnng! The red timer on top of the net went off in a flash, igniting many of the fans from their shocked demeanor to raucous applause and loud and ecstatic cheering. Jack had never felt this excited and overwhelmed in his life as his team hoisted him above them, carrying the Stanley Cup.