He overslept, and missed the draft. No Cheddar awakes on draft day to find the festivities over and he has slipped through the cracks. With no team and no clue of what happens next, he reaches out to close friend Hans Gronlund of the Whalers for advice. Hans invites him out to Vancouver where he has the chance to take part in some offseason practice the team was using to sharpen their skills before the season. He must have left some impression as scouts from multiple teams began to reach out to set up interviews to get to know him and find out what happened. At the end of the week, it turns out No Cheddar was already in the place where he would call home for the next few years. The Vancouver Whalers offered him a spot on the team and the transition from visiting to home came quickly. Hans helped him with a place to stay until he could get his first pay and find somewhere of his own but his transition into the new city was as easy as changing from tourist to local in a matter of days. In his first official practice, Cheddar makes his way to the locker room early to find it empty but his number and jersey already hanging up. In a deep breath he thinks to himself, this is it, this is home.