Niclas Sundqvist is a not a superstitious man, but an experience like this is something else. Who or what can one believe in when you come face to face with a dead dear one? Confounded and a bit lost, what can one do except ponder this quandary. So Sundqvist put time in his mental self, the self image, who he is on the ice, as well as who he is outside of the ice. The heart of the puck? What does this mean and why does this thing happening to him seem like some mashup of some kind of already written stories? Anyways, three spirits means three times with feedback and that is never wrong to have. Niclas Sundqvist stands up from the bed, reinvigorated and ready to take on a new day and a new season. Was it a dream or not? It matters not, because the motivation that came after the sleep is real. Even if there seems to be someone not quite human watching him from the crowd now...

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