[JT_Dutch]

A Holiday Inn somewhere in Los Angeles County
Present Day

(FADE IN on a grouchy, depressed Kings' fan in his late 30s (early 40s? late 40s? who even knows or cares anymore?), mentally drained after a meeting with one company and the first day of a workshop with another, slowly walking toward his hotel room and muttering to himself about his hockey club)

"Another rebuild for this team. Another climb from the bottom. And this one will be tougher than the last one."



"Ah, what the hell. At least I'll probably be able to sleep tonight."

(He showers, gets in bed, and starts to fall asleep. As if on cue, the phone rings. The phone is on the table at the other end of the bed. He doesn't get to it in time. He grumbles. There is a voicemail. He cues it up.)



VOICE: "Es J.T.? C'est Rogatien. Bonjour???"

"The hell???"

(He's a bit puzzled for a while, but eventually goes back to sleep. The night passes without any further incident. The morning comes. The clock radio clicks on at 7 AM with an old song playing and then fading out.)

DISK JOCKEY: "Aaaaaaaaaand that's the number one song in the country, 'What a Feeling', by Irene Cara!"



(He's annoyed, he didn't set that alarm; but a slight smile forms on his face nonetheless. "I kind of like those retro shows," he thinks. "Maybe this one's ending, though." Any further thoughts are obliterated by the phone ringing again. This is a ... different sounding ring, though? He goes to answer.)



(He sits straight up. He momentarily ignores the ringing, and turns his head.)



"What the hell is going on here? Where in the hell am I?"