"Coach, is that really you?"

Justin Time couldn't believe his eyes. Could he really be seeing a ghost, or was it just a result of that bad poutine after the season opener? Coach was dead, he couldn't be here, hovering three feet above the bed of a downtown Edmonton apartment.

"Justin, you've lost sight of the game, and the true meaning of goaltending. Your search for the McBride has poisoned you, and cost your team the cup last year."

It was madness. The true meaning of goaltending? What on earth could that mean?

"What do I do, Coach? What do you mean?"

"Follow the spirits, Justin," the transparent figured said. "They will show you, and guide you back on the path to true hockey greatness."

Time shouted for the apparition to come back, to explain everything, but the figure was gone as quickly as he'd appeared. Just minutes later, the whole episode felt too silly to be real.

"I'm never eating this late again," Time muttered, before going back to sleep.