Passengers unacquainted take the same flight. At a high altitude, they meet the turbulence of consciousness, which, as well as the flowing memory, links the coordinates of every passengers. Retrograding on the track of timeline, they are not allowed to rest, but only endlessly to exercise until they can fall into sleeps, until they memorise the emergency notice, or until they cannot recall where the lost earrings were before checking-in, when the shape and the colour etch the mind so vividly.
The flight is still travelling; will it reach the yesterday if it circles the earth twice?
A man, a woman, a room, a robbery, and the time’s being counted. You assist me, and I tie you; we have different secret plans with our helping hands. On the night black boat, we proceed and cannot retreat.
In a bank of cosmopolitan city walks a lady whose face is sprayed with blood. The bank staff who is in front of the lady just receives the notice of coming dismissal. At the very moment of despair, the lady proposes a plan which cannot be rejected, that she wants to escape from the off-tuned marriage, and he seeks for the redemption of his own past. The only bargain chip they have is named by “tomorrow,” which bonds them together determinedly towards their last gambling game.