Day has been waiting. Waiting for something that with never come. A thought. Day has been mentally handicapped for all her life, and has been cooped up in an insane asylum, locked in her room staring into space.
Cody has been drawing. Since the first time he held a pencil the first thing he drew was a girl. Long curly black hair, silver eyes. He is now none all over the world for his art. But it is something more than that. It is a memory. A memory that he can't let go of. To him it means something, but he doesn't know what. He's been searching for every little bit of evidence of this girl. Anything that will tell him that she really is real. He gets a hold of a paper in his parents will, for someone named Day.
When day meet's Cody, she has a mental break through. Not a good one. She instantly dislikes Cody for something that he was done. Something that may have gotten her get locked up forever.