"The tears that had fallen now lay puddled in the sheets, she strives for it. It pushes her like air to breathe. It holds her at the edge, every risk of throwing her over. She holds her breath, savouring the moment. Even if its not hers to hold, it lays in the depths of her arms. Yet so far from her grasp, for she knows. It's not her turn, love hasn't shown her the way. She is Isley or Is for short. She's searching for everything she's ever needed in New York city. She's content with her life the way it is; full of sleep full days and crazy wild nights, a few one night stands and plenty of liquor to go around. Can she find everything she needs in the new handsome stranger that has come into her life? Or will her lustful ways pull her deeper into the depths of her nightmares?