Pilot, James Airie was named, curiously, after his father’s passion – he flew for an airline. It wasn’t a profession pilot ever considered for himself but Pilot had not exactly been himself since his little sister, Fiona, disappeared…Father, mother and Pilot’s elder brother all believed that Fiona had been murdered. It tore the family apart. And even though Pilot’s mother had transformed the pool into a garden, she could not bury the past. According to his neurosurgeon brother, Eric, Pilot had always been psychologically fragile, and now aged twenty-nine, he is still in therapy. And, he still continues to see Fiona in a series of still images, like a series of old photographs. The real ones his mother had hidden away. But Pilot can see, as if they are real, the tiny bumps of gooseflesh rising on the skin of her arms. There is a blur of red inside her mouth. There is a gurgling sound coming from somewhere inside her. Through a trauma of confusion, betrayal, madness and memories, Pilot feels his way toward the truth of what happened.