ething he is proud of more than his carpentry skills, and he's considered a great carpenter and general contractor. He is content in his life, the simple joy of dropping his daughter off at school on his way to his latest job site feels like life can't get much better. That changes in an instant as he sits in the drop off lane in front of his daughter's school, watching her walk inside.

The knock on his window is not disturbing until the out-of-place New York accent, confirming his identity, reaches his ears.

"I hear you're pretty good at fixin' old farmhouses," the man attached to the accent replied as he pushed an unmarked cardboard box through the partially open window. "I got a job for you, but I can't talk about it now. Everything's inside the box. I'll check back with you later today."

Puzzled, Brian did not notice the man turn and leave, his attention immediately fixated on the box now in his lap and carefully opened it. Inside lay cash, two large envelopes, photographs, and a cell phone. He picked up the cell phone and stared at it, perplexed, before opening the first envelope finding photographs of a man, he did not know standing in a mansion he had never seen. However, it was the contents of the second envelope that made his blook run cold - photographs of his wife Lisa, his daughter Sadie, and their three dogs. He found more photos, this time of the interior of his home.

Realizing the phone was an open line, he was ready to release his outrage when a voice came through that turned everything upside down. "You owe us a favor. Did you forget?"

To save those he loves, Brian once again must become the man he had hoped would remain in his past, in order to fulfill... "The Favor."