Kline Dyson, early 30s, disheveled private investigator in a battered old Porsche finds himself waking up at another strange location, this time a radio-telescope towers above him. Back in his cramped apartment he keeps a record of these events on a wall-sized montage, a shrine to an investigation into his blackouts, the strange scar on his abdomen and thee debilitating visions that bring him to his knees. When he’s assigned a new psychiatrist, Greta Batchley, one that actually seems interested in him, he worries she might find out how bad things really are. Meanwhile his boss Miles lumps a crappy case on him, further straining his only relationship. Kline’s new client, Dana Weltzlar, is an electrically intelligent mathematician but the husband she’s worried about needs a doctor not an inv