Mary Jane Chaucer hasn't forgotten Seth. Even when the world already has. It's been two years since he left without a trace-turned into no more than a ghost-and Mary Jane knows nothing beyond his first name, the fact that he likes scrambled eggs, and that his heart is kind and Mary Jane owes him. A lot. What are the chances that her one-night-stand, in an attempt to forget and let go for a night, hasn't forgotten Seth either? So, with his help, she looks for the boy. But perhaps she doesn't need to look far.