In My Rearview Mirror, JACK.HUGHES

FORTY SEVEN

Omniscient narrator

Part two

Every fan knows that the next twenty minutes of play will be filled with heart-stopping action and nail-biting suspense.

As the Rangers step onto the ice for the third period, the crowd braces for a thrilling showdown filled with heart-pounding moments.

Determination radiates from the team as they skate with purpose, each player focused on turning the game in their favor.

On the bench, coaches offer encouragement and strategic guidance, reinforcing the team's belief in themselves.

As the puck is dropped, the Rangers attack with precision, applying relentless pressure on the Devils' defense. With every passing minute, the Rangers' confidence grows, fueled by their unwavering determination.

In the closing moments of the third period, Chris Kreider seizes control of the puck and charges towards the net with lightning speed. With a powerful shot, Kreider sends the puck flying towards the goal, leaving fans on the edge of their seats.

The Devils' goalie reacts swiftly, but Kreider's shot is unstoppable. With precision and power, the puck eludes the goalie's reach and finds the back of the net.

In that moment, time seems to stand still as the crowd erupts into a mix of cheers and boos. Kreider's teammates swarm him in celebration, their joy evident as they embrace him.

Morgan can't contain her excitement, jumping to her feet with her hands over her mouth in astonishment. Turning to Olivia with a wide grin, she shares her excitement. "Did you see that? Kreider just tied the game!" she exclaims, her voice filled with exhilaration.

Olivia mirrors Morgan's excitement, nodding in agreement as they share the thrill of the game-tying goal.

As the Rangers celebrate Kreider's goal, a wave of frustration engulfs the Devils players. Grimaces of displeasure adorn their faces, brows furrowed with irritation as they witness their hard-earned lead slip away.

Nico clenches his fists in frustration, exchanging terse words with his teammates. Normally composed, they now wear expressions of simmering rage, eyes flashing with intensity.

On the bench, coaches try to rally the team, their voices urgent with encouragement. But their efforts seem futile as players remain fixated on the injustice of the moment.

Tempers flare and emotions soar as players engage in heated exchanges. The ice becomes a battleground of aggression, with pushes and shoves escalating as players fight for control of the game with abandon.

The referees struggle to maintain order, their whistles blaring as they try to separate players and enforce penalties. But the aggression persists, permeating every aspect of the game.

Morgan's heart races as she checks the scoreboard, her hands trembling with anticipation. With just three minutes remaining, the tension in the arena reaches a peak. Each passing second feels like an eternity.

The crowd rises to their feet, captivated by the unfolding drama on the ice. The game's outcome hangs in the balance, the season seemingly riding on these final minutes.

As the players fiercely compete, Morgan feels her pulse quicken with each moment. She watches with bated breath, her nerves on edge.

Gripping the edge of her seat, Morgan's eyes dart between the ice and the ticking clock. Every second counts, and she can only hope for a miraculous turnaround as time slips away.