Shannon can only use one arm. Who knows what happened to the one in a splint. Well, she knows, but she’s not telling. Kevin is a sleepwalker. He’s awake alright, walking right through the day, not sure when it starts and stops and starts again. These two broken people are neighbors in a duplex, shuffling and sleeping through their broken lives, yards apart, walking the same floor of the same house with a wall running through it. Until the night they collide.