Prys Richard steps through the portal and immediately asks me to put a kettle on so we can get up to speed on each other's universes. Prys was drafted to Minnesota rather than Toronto in S52. I guess he made more of an impression on them than I did. That, unfortunately, was the beginning of his downward spiral. Moving to Minnesota proved to be too much for him to bear. The weather was too cold and he started eating more and training less. Anaheim never won in S52 in his reality and while Prys did get called up earlier than myself, his career ended after about 3 underwhelming seasons. After his brief SHL career, Prys got into coaching youth hockey in England and Wales and continued his eating habits. Apparently he even lives back at home with mum. The man is barely recognizable as me as he stuffs his face with scones in my living room. Seeing that this conversation isn't doing anything but depressing me, I ask him to leave. Prys looks at me with tears in his eyes and asks me to put him out of his misery. I glance over at the over sized throw pillow on my couch and for a moment I consider doing him this favor. I owe it to him right? Why should I have all the joy and him none? But then I wonder how in the hell I explain this to my wife, much less the police. And I can't carry this lard to the backyard to bury him myself, not when I have a game tomorrow. If that's what you want, you'll have to do it to yourself... in your own reality. I eventually convince him that he has to go, but not before he asks for a date with my wife. Apparently his Minnesota girlfriend left him when he was cut and he has never been able to find love. He tries to convince me that she is "our" wife and for a moment I reconsider the throw pillow. At last, he waddles through the portal that he had entered through and I immediately move to destroy it. As I reflect on what just transpired I find in myself a new resolve to train and make the most out of this career that I'm so lucky to have.