Trapped in a box with no way out, Jag doesn't remember how he got there, or why. But with time, as he slowly remembers snippets of who he is, he tries to piece together why he is there. But what is fact, and what is fiction? Is he dreaming, or is he remembering? There was a man, and a woman, and a mission. Wasn't there? There is no way of telling whether he is delving deeper into the different layers of truth, or into the distorted pit of insanity. And there is no way out of the box. There is a much bigger picture here; a lot of people to be killed, and a lot of information to be stolen.