Fate is unpredictable and shamelessly fickle. Jack Thorns was prematurely aging after years of working in harsh conditions, many times, surrounded by pollution in the oilfields of Northern Alberta and British Columbia, Canada. Without question, his physical health was noticeably failing. After several failed relationships, his mental and emotional state was stressed close to or sitting on the breaking point, ready to go over the edge.
Was fate going to doom him to the graveyard of broken spirits and unrealized dreams or would providence show some kindness and allow him to redefine himself, let him find an alternate reality that sanctions at least illusions of human dignity?