Bits holds the door open and I move through it, holding myself carefully as to not damage the blades on my skates. It's a nice facility, I think as I take in the rink. Immediately, I start to make mental notes of all the advantages and disadvantages as a player, but then I remember that it doesn't matter.

There are only a few people on the ice, but they all look like they're having fun. There's a small boy on tiny skates and he glides across the ice before falling flat on his ass. A man who must be his father is laughing, but his face is kind as he leans over to help him up. He doesn't look disappointed at all.

They're skating for fun. I take a deep breath and step onto the ice. I glide across it gracefully, turning in a circle and skating backwards as I give Bits a smile.

I'm okay. This is good.