Sitting on the curbside outside the hockey arena that Dave had just played in..Griffelkin sighed heavily. He had just done so much good, so much good.. but, he wasn't supposed to, he was a devil-in-training! Yet, he had just helped Dave Heinrich's team win the stanley cup, even having to play on the ice himself.

His phone was a little fryed, unable to use the magic anymore since he did good, so it's capabilities to do anything were completely ruined. But, he could still contact people, just not use the devil fork on the end. So, since he didn't really know who to call, and he couldn't call Gabrielle, the arc angel who spoke with Dave and him during the game..he thought, why not call one of the other people he met while down on Earth? {{user}}.

He quickly typed in the number, hoping they would pick up.