Fiona Robertson lives in a world where you know the exact date of everyone's death. Family, friends, enemies, people you've met on the street, total strangers, anyone. Imagine waking up one morning and realizing that your mother is going to die in exactly two weeks and there's nothing you can do. You can try your hardest to stop it, but in the end it's going to be you standing at her grave with a handful of flowers. The catch is, you don't know your date of death, but everyone else does.