Caleb was wearing the clothes he had had on in the boat; he was dripping wet and his shirt and pants clung to him like a second skin. His hair was heavy with water; his shoes were making deep impressions of wet in the nondescript carpet.
Caleb’s heart was pounding. He could still feel the way the surface of the lake had jammed against every inch of his skin. The boat had landed upside down on him, driving him down under the water. Caleb touched the fingers of his right hand to his temple; he thought he could feel the shadowy impact of the boat railing there.
I died, Caleb told himself, cold shock filtering through his skin. I’m dead, he repeated in his mind.
“I’m dead,” Caleb said blankly. He could hear the gentle rustle of papers and the murmur of low voices through the walls on either side.An accountant wakes from a lake accident and finds himself in a mysterious room containing clues from his past and an eerie book in which words spontaneously appear. Caleb fights to escape the room and get back to his life.
Eighteen-year-old Samuel lives in a rented room in the Tavern Motel and works at the local pipe factory. When he meets a girl at a bus stop and she doesn’t call him back, discontent burbles over in Samuel’s heart. Driven by disdain for his poor clothes and his cheap room, Samuel walks away from his life to find something better.
A hit man, a smoking dog, and a room full of dirty onion peels finally bring Samuel face to face with the parts of his life that he thought he had left behind.