A boy on the lam happens upon a girl who is waiting for something to happen.  It could be the beginning of any one of a thousand love stories.  Except it’s not.

 

You see, the boy is covered in his own brother’s blood.  He’s looking for sanctuary, not love.  And the girl is consumed by the voices in her head.  She’s looking for clarity, not love.  Except there’s more.

 

This boy and this girl have only one hour to decide if they can love each other enough to restart the world, or let it decay into nothing.