Solo's mind is shattered. So is the world in which he lives. He doesn't know his own name. He doesn't know where all the people have gone in this post-apocalyptic wasteland -- and he's dancing with a mannequin he calls Livvy.
Solo's only real companion -- at least he thinks he's real -- is Tom, a gruff survivalist who often spouts folksy one-liners to drive home his points.
-- "Life is like licking honey off a thorn."
-- "Vows made in storms are forgotten in calms."
-- "A clean conscience makes a soft pillow."
-- "A man warned is half saved."
Solo’s memories are fleeting. Latent images swirl in the murky ocean of his mind, some surfacing without warning: A girl -- Eye Lyds. A hospital. An experiment. Danger. And perhaps the truth.
-- "The truth? Why when a lie would do so nicely?"
As Solo begins to string together the fragments of his returning memories, he loses even more of his grip on what is real and what is not. Can he make sense of his life “Before” so he can save the woman whom he loves in the “After?”