Abby first spots her from the back of a cab: the spitting image of Abby herself at age 22 - right down to the silver platforms and raspberry coat she wore as a young artist. But the real Abby is now 46, married with a job and two kids. As the girl vanishes into a rainy night, Abby is left shaken. Was this merely a hallucinatory side-effect of working-mom stress? A message of sorts, sent to remind her of passions and dreams tossed aside? Or something more dangerous? A taut psychological drama.