(Authors note: This story is set a month after The Patter of Tiny Dinkleys. This is the third story in a quadrilogy which starts with The Snack Strikes Back)

Velma dug deep, her body was covered in bruises and her muscles were screaming in pain despite this she forced herself to give maximum effort. It had been like this all day with virtually no break yet it was all coming down to the last few seconds. Out of the corner of her eye she could see an opponent heading towards her at speed, at the last second she twisted out of the way and slammed them into the wall "Not this time!" Velma screamed into her face, slamming them into the wall again for good measure "And stay down!" Setting off like a thing possessed, she elbowed to the ground anyone who was foolish enough to get in her way. She screamed out as she swung her stick with all her might, the puck sailed through the air with such force that the keeper ducked for cover. The goal siren sounded a few milliseconds before the match timer went to zero. The next second she was being surrounded by her team-mates and hoisted aloft.

She was battered, bloodied, bruised, exhausted, and finally, at peace. She had just exorcised so many of the demons that had tormented her over the past year. As she was carried aloft Velma closed here eyes and let her head rest back and savoured the moment of victory, of her team and her own private battle with herself. She owed so much of where she was to her friends and one friend in particular. Her eyes scanned the crowd for Shaggy, there! She raised her hockey stick towards him in salute and he waved back, I did it for you, I did it for me, I did it for us she thought. Half an hour later she limped out of the changing rooms to her friends and into the waiting arms of Shaggy. In silence they headed for the Mystery Machine. Fred and Shaggy had to half carry her most of the way. In the back they made a little bed out of some blankets and laid Velma on top and covered her up. Shaggy stayed in the back with Velma with Fred and Daphne in the front. Shaggy and Velma gazed at each other, Shaggy stared deep into her eyes, the demons were indeed gone, his Velma was back. She was asleep before they had left the car park, when they got back home Fred and Shaggy carried Velma to her room, Daphne got her ready for bed and Shaggy tucked her in. While she slept the gang celebrated, a little over a year after she had been taken from them, their Velma had returned in triumph.