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Freeing yourself of a bad habit is a healthy ideal. What would you sacrifice for your new freedom? Your time? Your memory? Your sanity?
Toronto, North America's fifth largest city, also known as The T-Dot, HogTown and The Centre of the Universe, is custodian of countless secrets and mysteries.
Failure and humiliation are twin dogs nipping at the heels of Megan Aldritch. From her high school degradation through to her lacklustre job at a department store cosmetics counter, Megan has faced a life of unending uneasiness. Determined to unfetter herself from the chains of cigarette smoking, Megan makes the desperate decision to seek help from the hypnotic (which is good, because he is a hypnotherapist) Doctor Paul Remsem. Doctor Remsem, the professional person with the particularly pert posterior, lends a pleasant perspective (it's what Megan saw while she lay on his couch, okay?) to Megan after as his sadomasochistic secretary serves up mental and physical anguish.
Though the doctor is good (oh, so good), the session leaves myriad murky memories muddling Megan's mind.
Home should be a safe haven devoid of cranky neighbours, convulsing plumbing and mysterious blond men in Apartment 2. Amiable Andrew appears unexpectedly in the empty flat in the house where Megan resides. She doesn't have a clue who he is or why he seems so familiar. And the sex would be so much more enjoyable if she could only remember it.
Dark motives dwell behind glassy ebony eyes, peering at Megan from the shadows in and outside her mind.
Megan is thrown from reality to fantasy and back. What is real? What is an illusion? Who is doing this to her, and why?