Jane Whittaker doesn't suddenly know who he's. She doesn't remember her name, she doesn't know how old she is. He wanders through the streets of Boston in a bloody dress and with ten thousand dollars in his pocket. She has no choice but to trust a nice young man who says she is her husband. Do drugs she has to take at all help her? Do not just her confusion? Jane is committed to an uneven struggle. He has to find the truth and get back his memory and life. Step by step, he unfolds the cobweb of refined evil and releases the loop that runs her down. But she is all alone, no one "crazy" Jane wants to believe…