Reality and expectation collide as Mona delves into her past and prepares to meet her estranged Iranian father.
Hannah walks through the city, observing people and objects, searching for something, looking at delicious pastries. She is on her way to an appointment with a tarot reader and inside and house space unfolds like the walls of a dream, only to reveal a pair of rummaging thieves. Alone, Hannah is entering a mystery and the clues are sparse and uncertain. She floats like a jellyfish, but perhaps there is no such thing.
A mother's love for her son is tested by his increasingly alarming behaviour.
