Mark did what people aren't supposed to do. He left his home, his job, his wife, his friends, his seven month old baby... everything. He set out with only two things. One was a flyer advertising a nightclub. The other was a small, hard bag of the sort that photographers carry their lenses in. It contained GBP40,000 in cash.

Mark did what people aren't supposed to do. He left his home, his job, his wife, his friends, his seven month old baby...everything. He set out with only two things. One was a flyer advertising a nightclub, with an address written on the back in spidery pencil. The other was a small, hard bag of the sort that photographers carry their lenses in. But this bag did not contain photographic equipment. It contained GBP40,000 in cash. But it is not so easy to start again. Mark must find his way in a new town where no one will talk about their past, and where mobile phones don't work. He soon discovers that this is not all that's strange about this nameless town. Friendships turn into a web of deceit and motives are always suspect. Mark's journey, both physical and metaphysical, takes him through layers of reality and towards refuge of an unexpected kind.