Six

The New York Rangers have been one of the best teams in the NHL for a couple years now. They have knocked out the Pittsburgh Penguins in back to back years, made it to the Stanley Cup Final, won the President’s trophy.

To say the least playing on a good team causes a lot of pressure on the goalie. While Henrik knew everyone played a role with every win and every lost. There was just that extra pressure on the goalie though, something only another goalie could understand.

That wasn’t something a defenseman could understand, no matter what he claimed.

“Trust me, I know how you feel,” Marc Staal tried to say.
“Really?”
“Yes, everyone feels that pressure to do well,” he tried to explain.
“Let me put it this way, you will never feel the same pressure a goalie feels.”
“Hank wait-”
“Forget about it Staal.”

Henrik really didn't want to deal with his teammate, or any of them for that matter. All he truly wanted to do was go home and go to bed, it wasn't that difficult. At least it shouldn't be that difficulty. Though everything in Henrik’s life seemed to be difficult at the moment.

He was driving passed Central Park on his way from Madison Square Garden when his car started to sputter. It Sputtered until he was able to pool over where is died. Which didn't make much sense, his car was fairly new, it shouldn't have just died out of nowhere.

Despite his better judgment, Henrik got out of his car to try and find someone who could help him, he didn't have much success. There weren't many people out on a Wednesday night, even after a Rangers game.

It felt like Henrik was walking in circles when he spotted a small group of people in Central Park. Those people looked familiar to Henrik, which didn't make much sense. All his teammates should have been home by now, and none of them love near Central Park.

“Hey, Swede,” the unmistakable voice of Tuukka Rask called out.
“Henrik, how did you get here?” Corey Crawford asked.

Henrik had no idea what was going one, none of this made any sense. Why would Tuukka Rask and Corey Crawford be in New York? He knew the Rangers schedule and their teams don't play in. New York anytime soon.

Upon further inspection, the two goalies weren't alone. Along with them stood Carey Price, Jonathan Bernier, and Petr Mrazek. Which also didn't make any sense. Detroit and Toronto weren't in town and Carey was injured, why would any of them be in New York?

“Uh, what you guys doing in New York?” He asked when he joined the group of goalies.
“Oh, we aren't in New York,” Jonathan Bernier said, causing Henrik to laugh.
“What are you talking about, of course we are. I was driving home and my car broke down. Come on, I'll show you.”

Henrik didn't know what was going on, it didn't seem like the other guys knew either. All he wanted was to go home and sleep. Maybe he was already home, maybe this was all a dream. When Henrik got to where he left his car, it wasn't there, which also didn't make any sense.

Jonathan must have seen something because he joined the group after walking across the street. He had something in his hand and a look of sheer panic on his face. Something no one, especially Henrik, wanted to see.

“Guys! Guys!” Jonathan Bernier yelled.
“What?”
“I don’t think we’re in 2016 anymore.”
“What makes you say that?” Carey Price asked.
“This is Toronto, but it’s not Toronto.”
“I don’t see how that makes any sense,” Tuukka rask said.
“Uh, you should see this,” Corey Crawford said.
“What?” Henrik Lundqvist asked.
“The date is March 29, 1949,” Petr Mrazek said.

“Shit.”

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