Egli was having an incredibly hard time sleeping the night before the home opener. He was having vivid dreams that he couldn't quite remember when he woke up. Around 4:00am he decided to say fuck it - he backed a bag and decided to head to the arena early to skate out the jitters and start the day early. It was the time of morning where everything is eerily quiet - like a sound you could barely notice just stopped and left you with an ill feeling of emptiness. The streets of Edmonton were blanketed in a cool blue light and the crisp air felt cool and and clean as he breathed in and out in rhythm with his gate.

Suddenly, Egli happened upon a small group of fans - they were wearing Blizzard jerseys and we're pretty stoked to meet Egli. They kept droning on about "Ho'Kii" and asking to learn more about the game. Egli didn't really think anything of it, he just assumed they were Finnish or something. But he did offer to bring them along for a stick and puck so he could warm up his legs. 

Pretty early on Egli started to get some weird vibes. It could have been their accents, or possible the fact that they all had seven fingers and white irises, but Egli decided to just skate off the ice and head back home for a nap.