Every day, he got into his car and drove.

Every day, he was free.

He could just keep going. Drive to the mountains, or the lake, or the forest, or a city far away.

He could go on wild adventures, travel to exotic places, see how folks lived over there.

Ride elephants, jump out of planes, dance with a stranger, read a book in the park. He could see the sun set over the ocean a thousand miles away.

Instead, he went to work. And when the day was done, he drove home.

Every day.

But one day…

One day...