An unusual name: Aleister Stratton; a mysterious request for information; a chance discovery; the past and present merging. What caused this seemingly inexplicable death? Imagine one morning you wake up and believe you have committed a murder. At what point did the unconscious take over the mind and how much control can the conscious regain? What we do by day is one thing, how we pass the night is another. How safe are we from the complexities of our minds?