At night, "Ashcan" Pete sleeps wherever his travels take him: in the endzone, on the pitch, or maybe, if he's lucky, on the line of scrimmage. He bunks with his loyal hound dog, Duke, on one side and his bloodbowl bowl on the other. And sometimes when Pete sleeps, he dreams. He dreams of haunted, tortured pitches and of opposing teams. When he wakes up, he knows that someone needs his help, because his dreams are true. He could not say how long he has been on the pitch, living by his wits, but he can say for certain no place is too far to go to help a ball carrier in need. And as long as Pete can help his team, he is not likely to stop wandering any time soon.