Robert’s father is in the late stages of dementia, in need of near-constant care. When his girlfriend’s caregiver fatigue gets the better of her, she leaves him all alone in the world—except for his son. But while he’s living in a trailer in Florida, Rob’s in a one-room studio apartment in Montreal. And, as of today, after a run-in with a bunch of TSA agents with no patience for a frightened old man and a failure to understand the word “dementia” ... he is now on the no-fly list. And then there’s Rob. Ex-husband (the “ex” is a recent addition) and father (when he can get his children to even look at him). He’s a real estate agent who lives in a cracker box and who lost his top-earner status when he started drinking after the divorce. He’s pretty much alone in the world, too, when it comes down to it, except for a father who’s a lot more pleasant to him now that he has no idea who Rob is. Dad is now Rob’s responsibility; they’ve just got to get him to Montreal. But a quick and easy flight isn’t an option... His father’s ancient car could probably get them home—if Rob can manage to plan and execute a road trip across most of the States, make it to payday without his child support cheque bouncing, keep his father safe, and figure out what the hell he’s supposed to do with him when they get back. Oh, and not get fired in the attempt. It’s going to be a long drive.