Pointe au Baril, Canada is just a small community made up of cottages and islands, but to Scott it was home. Despite the slimy algae on rocks and the occasional day where everything was creepily blanketed in fog, the sparkling water and floating docks is where Scott felt at peace.
Mitch, on the other hand, felt anything but free here, just like he always did. His parents had decided to rent a cottage in Pointe au Baril hoping that the serenity of the area would get their child to relax and loosen up. Hopefully it would make him peaceful and comfortable enough to speak, something they hadn't heard her do in years. But they knew they would never be able to do it on their on. Their previous attempts had already been futile, so they signed Mitch up to be a counselor at the community camp. Maybe he would be forced to talk and their problems would be solved. Maybe Mitch would let go and be free.