Donie is a 36-year-old Irish man on a train from Boyle to Sligo. He has been making the same trip for the last 20 years, ever since he was 16. He has an established routine: he carries a bundle of sandwiches, visits the park, grabs some donuts, and visits his mother. He’s nervous when the train seems a little delayed, but it gets going and he forgets about his anxiety. He thinks of his dead father, who used to walk five miles every single day. He arrives in Sligo and goes about business as normal until a stranger in the park suddenly accosts him with a gun. Shaken, Donie heads back to the station, ignoring other parts of his routine. The people who have gotten used to seeing him around are concerned, but he can’t speak. He makes his way, silently, to his mother’s house, the only place where he can find solace after his scare.