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"I Don't Wanna Sit Here Before McCrazy Freezes Us Again."

In an instant, the double doors to the left of the closed elevators fly open. Tommy strides into the room with a surprised expression.

"What was all of that racket?" he exclaims with wide eyes.

From the corner to Tommy's left in the duskiness, Auston holds his hand out toward the floor. "McDavid went berserk."

Tommy gazes at him with bewilderment. "What?" He then peers down at the ground and lets out a gasp.

He spots most of the power players sprawled on the floor, emitting groans and mumbles of pain. As the aftereffect of the blow, the taut, sharp force of Connor's energy swirls through them in twisted turns as it fades off, draining their physical energy:

"Uggghhh..."

"Awww..."

"Owww..."

"Ahhhck..."

"What did Connor do?!" Tommy throws his tense hands in the air with shock.

Sidney slowly sits himself up on the ground. His eyes are half-opened with his mass of brown, wavy hair disheveled. "Ughhh... Connor wanted to take over the NHL and we tried to stop him...but he did this to us." He then promptly lands back on the ground, on top of Bubby.

Tommy's eyes are filled with disbelief. "What?" he huffs out. "Connor? Wanting to take over the NHL?"

Auston nods his head with pursed lips and crossed arms.

"But...he's supposed to PROTECT the NHL!" the founder finishes off loudly.

"Oh well, there goes that," Auston mutters with a slight frown and raised eyebrows.

Tommy turns back to the fallen power players. "Are you any of you guys alright though?"

John, who has his face against the ground, shakily raises an index finger in the air. "Just permit us a little while," he croaks. He then drops his hand.

"Oh dear..." Tommy rubs his head with a look of distress as he scans through the sprawled power players. His eyes then widen as he notices a few power players missing: "Where's Patrick? And Nathan? And Pekka?" He pauses. "Jonathan?!"

Jonathan raises both hands in the air to grab the founder's attention as he lifts his head up, his chin against his chest. "Right here."

Tommy peers at him. "No, no: Jonathan Toews! Where is he?"

Reid rolls the back of his head around the ground as his eyes rotate around, scanning what he can of the room. "Uh oh, spaghetti-o."

"Jonathan!" Sidney sits up once again, this time clutching onto Bubby against his torso. He gazes his surrounds. "Tazer!" He reverts his gaze up at Tommy. "He's not here! Where did he go?"

"That has been already established," Jonathan grumbles, lying on his back.

Tommy rubs his hands together, attempting to calm his nerves. "Alright..." He turns to his left, peering at Auston. "Do you know what happened to the missing power players, Auston?"

In the darkness, Auston licks his lips before shaking his head. "No. I don't know. I didn't know they were gone."

"Very well..." Tommy turns back to the power players.

The power players are now beginning to sit up gradually at their own rates. Some of them are stretching their back, arms, shoulders, and neck after the hard fall they took.

"Good, good, you men are okay!" Tommy lets out a sigh of relief. "Whew!" He wipes the back of his translucent blue hand against his forehead.

"We have to be!" Sidney cries out. "We have to save Nathan and Patrick and Pekka and Jonathan!"