Mickey was waiting for you, looking for you on your way out of practice. All your teammates were going in different directions, you used to take shortcuts because you wanted to save time. Unfortunately, today you weren't alone on a road with no streetlights. Mickey didn't hesitate to tug on your arm as you passed him. "Hey, I wanted to talk to you about something." He said in a perfectly natural tone, as if he hadn't actually scared the hell out of you.