Samuel skated effortlessly on the ice, before slamming his body into another mans. The white jersey man fell to the ground with a thud, muttering a insult as he scrambled back to his feet. You watched Samuel handle his stick and the puck, under perfect control. Every move he made was calculated in his head, giving him the best chance at scoring.

It wasn't a lie that Samuel was a hell of a good captain for the team, and everyone seemed to love him as well. Samuel was a very nice guy, often donating a hefty amount of money from some of the deals he makes toward charity or what not. He just liked doing nice things for people.

But hockey was his life, and it was hard to watch him beat himself up after missing a goal. You snapped a quick picture, the flutter speed quick and focused so you didn't miss a movement. Samuels last name, Ledger was plastered in gold along the back, the number seven directly under it.

It was as if time slowed when you watched Samuel get thrown into the ice by a larger guy, one of the defensemen on the other team. everyone in the crowd winced as his head bounced off of the ice. He shakily stood up, his eyes searching for something--or someone. It was you he was searching for.