Bob, feeling he was ready for the Cup Crazy 2002 run, began to wander back in the general direction of the arena. At least, he thought it was the direction of the arena. Bob was not the best with navigation, dating all the way back to the day he was drafted by the Winnipeg Jets and immediately hopped on the first boat across the Atlantic.
Before he knew it, Bob found himself trouncing through an eerie patch of woods. Night was beginning to fall, and Bob was getting more and more frightened. Suddenly, he noticed a russling in the bushes.
Bob, scared out of his wits, began running madly. A root protruding from the ground, however, quickly ended Bob's getaway. As a strange figure made its way closer and closer to him, Bob made his peace with God.
"I AM THE BEAST OF THE NIAGARA FRONTIER FOREST!" Through the moonlight, though, Bob thought he saw otherwise.
"No you aren't... you're Taylor Pyatt!"
"Yeah... well... so what if I am?"
"You can't find the arena either, can you?"
"The Beast of the Niagara Frontier Forest," now exposed as his true self, burst into tears.
"It's true, it's true! I wandered off to get a drink after the press conference way back in June, and I've been out here ever since. Hey, aren't you..."
"Yeah. Yes I am."
"Will you sign my heel, Mr. Crowe?"
Bob let out a long sigh as he pulled out his Sharpie.
Chapter 5 - At The Peace Bridge