This is a muddled collection of meetings, of fleeting greetings and coincidence competing...with fate. A misplaced drain and a set of butterfingers spark an inchoate friendship between Genevieve and Edmund. Whether they meet again and if they stay together is up to fate, or - as they learn - themselves. "Life is not as convoluted as its made out to be." "You've obviously never heard of Nancarrow." "The music guy?" "...Shut up."