A boy in a dark duffel coat. Lying in the ditch. Contorted at impossible angles, with his back pressed up against a concrete culvert and his face staring straight at him. As if he were trying to make some kind of contact. As if he wanted to tell him something. In the middle of a damp, dark night, a young man is struck by a car after leaving his girlfriend's house. The driver, drunk, leaves the body by the side of the road. Wrestling with guilt, the...