Crystal was certainly surprised one night when she walked into her living room in her fiancée's apartment and standing there was Coach Jones, just as she remembered him. Coach Jones had been a mites coach in Columbus for years and years, long before Crystal had come around, and had continued to do so until he died recently. Crystal had been unable to attend the funeral due to the ongoing season, but had made sure to send flowers and a sizable donation to the youth hockey program in Ohio that had made her a future SHL talent. What had shocked her more was what he told her. That she had lost her way. Over the course of the night she saw her past, a young girl at a minor league hockey game in Columbus, falling in love with the sport and begging her parents to let her play. She saw a scared young girl take her first strides on an ice rink, saw the girl smile broadly as the found her footing quickly and was soon zooming around the ice in a Chicago Syndicate jersey. Then she saw her present. It was a game from just before the break where a defenseman on the other team had taken a high elbow to the face of her linemate. Crystal saw her own eyes fill with rage and immediately throw her stick on the ice and drop the gloves as she skated across the ice at the defenseman. Behind the glass she saw a young girl, her face contorted in confusion and fear as Crystal punched the player over and over. The girl wore a Chicago Syndicate jersey. The Syndicate scored on the resulting powerplay. Lastly, she saw her future. A 30ish year old woman in an apartment overlooking Okanagan Lake. The apartment was well furnished, and the view was breathtaking. As she looked back, she saw the women's face. It was her own. Leaning against the chair was a cane. The ghost, shrouded in mist and wearing black robes, spoke with Coach Jones' voice. "Your passion is what makes you great Crystal. You're loyal, and you're proud of who you are. That's good. But remember that there's more to hockey than fighting and hitting. You're a role model for players to come. Don't cut your career short because you think the only things you're good at are chirping and hitting people. Learn to love the game again, like when I coached you. Skating around with the biggest smile through your mouth guard."

When Crystal suddenly snapped upright, she saw that it was dawn on Christmas. Her fiancée was startled awake by her, but they went on to open presents. Jane had gotten her the same style of Syndicate jersey Crystal had worn as a kid, but in her current size. Crystal teared up at the gift and hugged Jane tightly. That day, Crystal had reached out to a defensive skills trainer she knew to set up some drills, as well as arranging a visit to the youth hockey program in Columbus that Coach Jones had coached in. She decided that she could improve as a player, while still being the lovably bombastic Goon everyone knew and loves.