A man caught mid life-amidst a life unfinished, betwixt love and what he loves, amongst the ghosts and shadows of his own creations, and between a rock and a hard place. What drives John Finn to write are his own frustrations; and what he best understands in others are the frustrations they are prey to. An odd talent to have, yes? Too seldom happy, and never satisfied, he cannot help but see his father in himself, and now once again in his youngest daughter. Yet, in his study of the past, he can glimpse whole lives and imagine how and why they were lived. There he might even imagine his own life complete. Now, by the merest of accidents, he has briefly stumbled on love again, only to lose it. For one moment everything was new once more, and yet he has lost her. What is it that he’s actually good for then? Perhaps only to protect the lives of others. Divorced, unemployed, and given to too many words, what would any woman see in him? He would likely be better off if he could just find out what happened to another girl who was lost two hundred years ago-and avoid getting shot in the mean time.