When I was billeted with the Bukowskis, I made a mistake.

I didn't lock Gracie Agnieska Bukowski down.

Instead, like a 16-year-old idiot, I became best friends with her brother, Kow, and now, the family considers me one of their own.

Until her, hockey was my only refuge. So, when I'm traded to the New York Stars, my first move is to change my number to 35. See, we made a vow, one that she might have forgotten, but I haven't.

Gracie's about to be swept off her feet.

I'm going to prove to her that not only is she not my sister...

She's my end game.