A young man whose very reality is unraveling all around him, falls madly in love with a young woman. As his world continues to deteriorate, he begins to question everything...even her.

SYNOPSIS:

The year is 2004. Somewhere in the northeast, JOE and BECKY meet in the most unusual of ways. Two cars are parked, facing opposite directions, on the side of Stiller Road. Joe, a 21-year-old “everyday Joe” is slumped over his steering wheel. Becky, a 22-year-old natural beauty is banging on Joe’s window, trying to stir him.

After they meet, Joe’s world shifts and it’s as if reality is unraveling. Every time he finds Becky, they have a great time...and then she is gone. When she’s not around, nothing makes sense, nothing seems real. He’s been looking for his best friend MATT but he seems to have disappeared completely.

Joe’s mother convinces him to see a psychiatrist. DR. SMITH seems as generic as everything else but at least he can talk openly about what’s happening.

Joe’s world collapses when he realizes that there is no way that Becky is real. He invites her to the lookout where they once watched the sunset. He explains to her that he knows she isn’t real, just like everything else, and that he cannot go on knowing the truth. He walks to the edge and steps off. Becky tries to stop him and goes over with him.

She wakes up in the hospital with her family around her. She tries to explain that Joe didn’t mean to do it and wants to know if he’s okay. Her family seems confused and tell her that she has been in a coma for eleven days and she needs to relax. She gets her sister to help her go to Joe’s room. His parents are there and explain that he was in a coma too but had recently passed. Devastated, she tries to explain to them what happened.

It’s then that Becky realizes the truth. Memories flood her mind. They were in a head-on car accident on Stiller Road. Her dog and Joe’s friend, Matt, had died in the accident. Joe and her had met in some impossible way while both were in coma’s. Now she is left, in the real world, with the haunting love they had built in some liminal space between waking and death.

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