Six

“World War II is over and to my knowledge there weren't any other wars until Korea and that's mostly America,” Corey stated as the group sat to eat.
“There also weren't any major disasters,” Carey added.
“What the hell happened then?” Jonathan asked.
“I still want to know why that guy called Boston sore losers,” Tuukka butted in.
“Maybe because they are,” Carey and Henrik both said.

The group of goalies decided to go to a cafe on the corner by their hotel. There they would eat there and talk about their next step. They didn't get very far, nothing going on made any sense, to any of them.
“Price, why don't you tell the Europeans what you told us last night,” Corey said after they came up dead for a fifth time.

“Well, my mom always told me a story when I was younger and couldn't sleep. Basically is was about this man you had the ability to travel through time and change the past. He would be able to change one thing, one monumental event that altered the future and make it better.”
“My mom told me something like that too,” Petr spoke up.
“So Canadian Indians and Czechs both tell their kids similar stories,” Tuukka spoke, “that's what I got out of that.”

Before the group could draw too much attention to themselves, they left the cafe to search for something that would help them. The only problem was they had no idea what happened in 1949, so they didn't know where to start looking.

Each goalie suggested one place that was quickly vetoed by one or more of his peers. It wasn't until Carey suggested they go back to the park in daylight, to see if there was anything retaliated to them there.

Upon reaching the park, the group of goalies discovered a something no one knew was there. Placed right next to the park was the Toronto Maple Leafs of 1948-48’s arena, Maple Leafs Garden.

“So, anyone else getting the nagging feeling all of this has to do with hockey?” Henrik asked.
“The Swede might be right, this has to be about hockey,” Tuukka spoke.

Everyone came to the conclusion that this had something to do with either hockey, the Maple Leafs, or the NHL. No one was sure what was going to happen or why they were here, but everyone knew it was going to be interesting.

“Game 4 was yesterday fellas, if you're looking to catch a game you'll have to wait until the cup final,” a voice said behind the group.
“No, we weren't looking for- we weren't,” Carey tried to explain.
“You're the same fellas from last night aren't you?” The man asked.
“Yes.”
“Thought you all would have found you're way home by now.”
“Uh…”
“Well, see you later fellas, the Leafs got a Championship to win.”
“This doesn't make any sense,” Corey muttered once the mystery man left.
“Who the hell is that guy?”

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