A man is desperately knocking on the front door to a house calling out the name Niall! In the hallway lies broken crockery. Steam from an unattended whistling kettle begins to full the kitchen. The door to the bathroom is slightly ajar and Niall is lying on the floor in the fetal position mumbling incoherently to himself. Through a series of flashbacks we find out why he left the door of the latch and who the frothy milky coffee was meant for. We enter the disturbing world of a tormented soul.