The cat Another sleepless night, a sad, endless river of guilty sad tears rolling down his pale tired cheeks every night; he is drowning in a sea of grief and sorrow. Tirelessly, his chest creaks every night letting his broken heart leak out in quest of his dead beloved wife ’ s forgiveness. Her spirit and shadow appear in every corner of his sorrowful flat. She died two years ago when they both had a deadly road accident; he was trying to tickle her left cheek and ear when a deer out of the blue crashed into their car. He lost control of the car wheel and everything was dark. Anna, his pregnant wife, died instantly in a lake of her own blood. It was impossible to rescue either her or the baby in her womb. Her husband, Steve, from then emerged in a prison of grief, guilt, depression, and insanity. Alone in his flat, he cut off all sorts of connections ...
