Imagine falling into a dream, only to wake into a nightmare. For Conrad, fantasy and reality are indistinguishable. Are there people following him, or are the shadows in the corners of his eyes just remnants of some past trauma? Are his doctors conspiring against him, or is he just a victim of his own rapidly deteriorating condition? And when his nightmarish visions begin to bleed through into his waking hours how long before he hurts himself, or somebody else, again?