He turned off his gaming console. Truthfully his lifestyle was just an excuse. No, he wasn't going to think about all the stupid, mother fucking what ifs right now. He checked the clock, he had an early skate in the morning, but he wasn't tired.

Wandering around his new house, he felt lost. He had all the toys he could buy. There were four bedrooms in the house, all filled with beautiful furniture. He had hired an interior decorator, trained in Feng Shui, so all his Chi was flowing the right directions and the colours didn't clash. He had spared no expense in making his new house a home.

He hadn't really moved into a house before. When he was traded to Calgary, he suddenly felt the urge to settle in somewhere. A place he could return to, retreat to on his few off days and during the summer. The off-season. He wasn't sure why this city felt like home, but it did suddenly. So after careful searching he bought a house that he truly liked, decorated it, filled it with new things. Everything he'd ever dreamed of having. Not that he'd dreamed of much. His dad had given anything he wanted as long as he played well on the ice. And that wasn't much of an issue.

Sometime in a pre-teen or early teen season, at a tournament, both of the team's goalies were out sick and he'd been stuck in on a whim. On the promise they'd switch goalies every game so it was fair, because none of them were goalies. Win after win, he'd shown an aptitude for the position and had stuck there, despite his skill as a forward.