Dave is a regular guy working in a job he doesn't hate, but maybe hates him. His life is the typical crap sandwich of depression and other people that makes up the normal waking world. Until the day he sees something that no one else can see. Ash statues that seem to blow away before anyone else might see them. Thinking he is a regular form of crazy Dave seeks the help of our nation's medical system while his condition deepens from hallucinations to apparitions. Then someone dies. Then a lot of someones die. Escaping into the suburbs Dave is confronted with the link between himself and the horror surrounding him. Can Dave get out of bed long enough to do anything about the hate death of the universe?