A memory of his younger self riding passenger in his father's old truck flew into his mind without warning, causing his grip to loosen on the steering wheel and the truck to swerve on the gravel. After rightening the truck, Isaac dragged a hand down his face, his stubble scratching into his palm. In his weakened state it seemed the memories he always fought to keep away were returning too often for his liking. Going to the quarry was always something he and his father did together, Isaac shadowing his senior's every move. Since he could walk he'd accumulated a large knowledge of the machinery and logistics of the quarry,...