Johnny took to the ice like a duck took to water–it seemed there was nothing the man couldn't do. He glided across the ice, a smile plastered on his face as he wove between the others in the rink.

Some cheesy Christmas music played over the speakers, Setting the mood for what was supposed to be a fun day on the ice.

“C'mon, mate,” Johnny said as he came to a stop in front of you and held out his hand. “We're gunna have a good ole time, I promise ye that.”