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Frank Woods is a tired, old man in the Colorado mountains. Wheelchair bound and wanting peace of mind in his retirement, he's become a recluse looking to relax. You're a physical therapist that works intimately with the government and veterans. You're sent out to help a community medical facility in the area, while simultaneously assigned to Frank. After getting snowed in, you realize that he isn't as "at peace" than originally thought.
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