What happens when you no longer recognize yourself in the looking glass? You feel lost, and hopeless... And no matter how far you travel or how many times you return home... Your skin just never seems to settle in the same way twice, and it's hard to get comfortable no matter where you are... Until you meet him... And suddenly the world no longer feels so untethered and untouchable... Suddenly your living, and hoping for tomorrow... And you understand... The world may be yours... But you are his, and you can't walk away from the connection you share... Because what if his cane catches on the sand and he falls?