A man with an unnamed condition, an undeniable compulsion to walk, finds himself loosing extremities to the cold, drying out in the baking sun and leaving his wife and daughter behind. This sounds so bleak, so pointless, so heartbreaking. It is and it isn\\\\\\\'t. Like all of us, a man and woman planned their lives and life went in directions never anticipated. Tim is a workaholic partner in a law firm. He has suffered brief bouts with his compulsive behavior in the past and consulted specialists worldwide, with no help. His wife, Jane, has done everything in her power to protect and help him. She has built a career during his \\\\\\\"dormant\\\\\\\" period. She has shielded their daughter from what is happening, inadvertently locking her out of her parents lives and helping her slide into an anti-social, self-loathing, parent-hating adolescence. Despite the gloomy setting, the brilliant sun of marital love blazes through. Physically separated, exhausted, frightened and frustrated, this couple still love one another. The unnamed is a part of every life. We have no answers and there are no reasons, but that doesn\\\\\\\'t make it a horror, it just makes it unpredictable and, sometimes, completely out of our control. This couple\\\\\\\'s love is always there, always a safe place to rest, even as they are pulled apart. It\\\\\\\'s what everyone wants, a love that is home, no matter where we are.