I opened my water bottle, and took a big drink. The Bruins plane had just landed in Toronto, and we were getting ready to head to the hotel. Our equipment was already on its way to the Air Canada Center, and the players were getting ready to leave the airport.

"Hey! Bergy!" I called to Patrice Bergeron, who came over and bought a water from the store I was standing beside. "What room are we in?"

My roommate for the year was Patrice, and I couldn't have picked a better one myself.

"I don't know. Some room on the 34th floor of a massive hotel." He replied.

I grinned, and grabbed my suitcase.

"Let's go. We can catch a ride in Marchy's cab." I said, running to catch up with Brad Marchand.

"Hey Marchy." I said, catching up to him. "Bergy and I are gonna catch a ride with you."

He nodded, and continued toward the doors leading out of the airport.

"Dude, wait up! I'm too fat and out of shape to keep up with young guys like you 2. I gotta retire soon." Patrice laughed, panting to catch us on our beeline for the exit.

"Tyler!" Called someone from across the terminal.

I looked, but couldn't see who had called me. I waved it off, thinking there must be many Tyler's in the airport. I didn't see the security hauling a young man away behind me.