W. H. Crandall has been left as an abandoned child as an infant, and he grew up in the foster care system. When he became a teen, he migrated toward juvenile detention. Then as he was getting older, he was given the option of joining the military or going to jail. He chose the military. There he found a home of sorts and became a pilot. After the military, he and his friend, Mick, started a small private airline. While Mick began to put down roots, Crandall maintained his solo life, and jealously guarded his independence. Now in his late forties, his life had taken another turn. The independence had turned more into isolation, and he found he craved belonging more than ever. He had few close friends, however, after a close call with romance years before, he had decided he would be a bachelor all his life. Suddenly, the past he had put behind him was demanding his attention. It would require him doing all the things he thought he despised.