The moment Clarke MacArthur scored in overtime to eliminate the Boston Bruins, Mika Zibanejad disappeared from the New York Rangers viewing party. "Where did Mika go???" asked a puzzled Matt Puempel. "Mika is my best friend, where is he!? MOMMY" Puempel screamed as he took off running. The truth is, Mika locked himself in the washroom. He stared into the mirror and then splashed some water over his face. "WAKE UP LIONHEART" said Mika aloud.
Thoughts kept running inside Zibanejad's head. He remembered the time he cut himself on a ravioli can lid, and then Erik Karlsson decided to cut himself on purpose so that they could become blood brothers. Or the time when he fell on the ice and had a little cry, until a hand reached down to pick him up. There was a blinding light and Mika had to squint to distinguish the figure before him. It was Daniel Alfredsson. "Don't cry my child. I am here for you. Take my hand. Let the love awash over your body". He also remembered the time he woke up in Mexico after a crazy party, and Bobby Ryan drove 14,000 miles to pick him up, no questions asked. And they sang Bruce Springsteen songs all the way back. "We will be best friends forever" Mika told Ryan. Forever....forever.....forever......FOREVER.....FOREVER.....the words kept going through his mind. He couldn't take it anymore and started screaming "I CAN'T DO THIS" and he lifted the grate off in the ceiling of the bathroom and hid inside the roof.
Matt Puempel ran into the room, tears running down his face. "Mika......MIKA??? OMG MIKA, I know you're in here" he said. "GO AWAY!" exclaimed Mika. "Mika......I have coach here. Please talk to him okay?" said Matt. "Mika? it's Alain here. Please come down. I know facing your old team is hard. Believe me, i've done it. I left my heart in Vancouver. I couldn't even look at the scoreboard to see their games. I cried alone many nights. But you know what Mika? I realized that we are a family now. Your family is in New York, not Ottawa. You will always remember them...but it's time to......let go" explained Alain Vigneault. "Really coach???? My heart aches, does that get better??" asked Zibanejad.
But before Alain could answer, they heard a god-awful sound. The sound of the roof giving out. Mika's body came down with a violent velocity. Alain dove under the urinals as pieces of debris flew around him. "MY FUCKING LEGS" screamed Mika. As the dust settled, a stunned Alain stood up and said "OH MY GOD, WHERE IS MATT PUEMPEL?????". All he could see was a pair of legs sticking outside the debris. He knew it was Matt because he was wearing size 7 bright red Crocks. "MATT CAN YOU HEAR ME?????" screamed Vigneault. "Coach?????? It's me, Matt Puempel....is Mika okay?" said a muffled voice. It was the voice of Puempel....a man who only cared about the state of his best friend. A true sign of loyalty and......family. A broken Mika now knew......New York was his home.