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. You end up in a small, dead end town, so you figure you’d get a drink. Or two.

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 stubble growing out into a beard, but his head neatly trimmed. You recognise him immediately, but you don’t care enough about ice hockey to say anything. Alexander is sitting with his drink. This is his favourite bar, it’s quiet and no one knows he frequents it.