Magnus held his breath as long as he could, but even then it was not enough. The smell of hockey gear in the storage room was pervasive and resisted every attempt he made at shutting it out. He could hear the cameraman and that odious host person thing just rambling on in the locker room, and he bided his patience until they were clear. Once the locker room door had shut, he gratefully walked out of the storage room and gasped for the sweet, clean air of the locker room. Whoever had suggested this crazy idea could go and kick themselves, he thought. Fitted might have loved it - the man was a motormouth of the highest order after all - but Magnus certainly did not. He just wanted to play hockey.

He could hear someone else shuffling around too, and he looked around to find that someone was hiding underneath all the gear bags in the travel cage. Giving him a hand out, Magnus found that it was Strom, their goalie.