If we stop to dissect each moment, we lose the next moment. Days are made up of building blocks of moments, minutes and hours. Forests are made up of one tree plus another and so on. One might not notice the loss of one tree, but if enough are lost, the resulting landscape will become misaligned. So it is with the loss of time, especially years. A shattered life has to be rebuilt, one day at a time, one memory at a time. So it is with Bill Rayne. He likens his loss of memory to "being lost in a forest and not even knowing what a tree is." He stumbles over obstacles and keeps going, searching, reaching and refusing to accept his life of emptiness. His trials, tribulations, and successes as well as those of the woman he loves are what makes this story.