I'm an anxiety-ridden nomad who keeps getting mistaken for a ghost. A stolen handle of rum leads me to Josephine, a young French intern with a blasé joie de vivre (did I spell that right?). We drink wine, argue about the weirdness of mouths and whether or not aliens have tampered with human breeding, and fall in love. Along the way, death nips at our heels, urging us to grab as much beauty as we can before tumbling into the void.