Jacqueline should have lived an uneventful but mildly fulfilling life. That life would have been naturally coming to a close at any moment, but at least she would have lived. Instead, she drifts through an unexplained existence, visually unchanged but also unmotivated and numb. Phillip shares that same existence, but not her ambivalence about the perks of seemingly being immortal. They are rich - thanks to Phillip's morally questionable past - and they at least appear to be young and attractive. But they have no real idea of what to do with themselves or even what they are. But one night, because of a rash and aberrant decision on Jacqueline's part, they suddenly have little choice but to set out to discover at least a little about themselves. Jacqueline is finally forced out of her self-imposed exile from the world and Phillip is forced to grow up just a little bit when they are faced with the corporeal representation of the darkest moment of Jacqueline's past. Evil should be grand and terrifying, but sometimes it is banal and all too familiar.
