A book imagined from the perspective of Mary Austin. "He laughed, covering his mouth with his hand. "Don't." I murmured and took his hand away. "Don't hide your teeth." He looked at me, embarrassed. "I was born with four supernumerary incisors. That's why they look so awful." He explained, flushing red. "They called me 'Bucky' in school." He admitted. I smiled. "Well, I think they're beautiful." He grinned at me, his eyes holding mine for what seemed like an eternity. He leaned closer, and so did I. I felt his cool breath wash over my face as he closed the final inches between us and kissed me."

Pièce de théâtre : dans un décor post-apocalyptique, une mystérieuse femme vêtue de dentelle rôde parmi les ruines, évitant les soldats, et cherche la vérité derrière une étrange contamination.