Trent glanced down at his plane ticket: seat I3, boarding group 3. Perfect.

With only a backpack, Trent boarded the plane to Ontario. He had been planning this trip to Camp Wawanakwa for months. He wanted to finish something he should've done years ago. Unsure of how long he would be staying, he had only told Justin, his roommate, about his plans. A vague note left on their shared kitchen counter read: going away for a bit to clear my head, don't worry.

Since breaking up with Gwen on the show, Trent hadn't dated any other women. He had a few flings but never let anything get serious. He was discontent with life in general, especially his romantic life. After all, he was a "one woman man," and he had already found his one woman and let her go. No one could ever compare to Gwen.

Trent arrived on the island with just the clothes he wore and his backpack with basic needs, anything else he could get from the island itself. All he wanted was to find the boulder he had carried and pushed during the season finale of Total Drama Island. He never actually passed the finish line like he said he would, and it irked him. Maybe that was where it all went wrong, when I didn't carry the boulder past the finish line.

Once I push the boulder past the finish line, everything will be good again.

The boulder. There it was, slightly weathered and now a bit mossy. Trent took off his shirt to prepare to carry it around the island. It wasn't as heavy as he remembered - probably because he was more muscular now than he was at age sixteen. Though this time he didn't have anyone waiting for him at the finish line.

One time around. One full loop.

Once I push the boulder past the finish line, everything will be good again.

Trent imagined a line, a threshold he would pass, where he would suddenly just know that he was complete. He could imagine the finish line in sight, maybe 100 more meters, and that would be it. As he trudged through the sand nearing the line, he anticipated a wave of relief and finality.

However, when he stepped past his imaginary finish line, he felt absolutely nothing. Neither relief nor defeat. It didn't feel like the symbolic fresh start he pictured in his mind. Why didn't he feel anything? Physically, Trent didn't think he could complete eight more laps around the island, so he turned his goal toward the 1000 foot high cliff. "If I could just push the boulder up the cliff, and push it off...THEN everything will be alright. All my failures will be reset." Doing this would clear him of his past romantic baggage and figuratively remove the boulder's weight off his back, and therefore he could start fresh.

Once I push the boulder off the cliff, everything will be good again.

Trent stood at the base of the cliff, breathing heavily with the boulder beside him. His body was exhausted, but in his mind he felt as though he could lift the cliff itself.

Once I push the boulder off the cliff, everything will be good again.

Trent rolled the boulder up the mountain; slowly but surely he made progress upward. He'd finally reached the top of the cliff, but right before he could hurl the boulder off the cliff, it started rolling back down. Trent, being insanely tired from pushing and carrying the boulder all day, was unable to catch it.

He sighed and trudged back down. Once again he pushed the boulder up the cliff, and again it rolled down. And over and over.

Once I push the boulder off the cliff...

After about a week, Justin started getting worried and went to the authorities. They went looking for Trent but never found him. Camp Wawanakwa was still commonly believed to have sunk into the ocean, so no one ever checked.

Maybe Trent is still at camp, staring into the sky, compulsively trying to push the entire weight of his world off his back.

"Push the boulder off the cliff, everything will be good."