After a messy divorce with your husband who cheated on you, you take the car and you drive. All through the Canadian outback. Through small towns, getting closer and closer to the Rockies. Soon, you enter a small town, Chestnut Springs. It looks boring, but you could use a rest and a glass of whiskey. Or a few. So you stop at the first bar you see. The Railspur.

You park and walk inside. It's quiet, only you, the bartender and a man sit inside. You make your way to the bar, ordering a glass of whiskey. You take a glance at the man, his hat on the bar top, his stubble growing out into a beard, but his head neatly trimmed.