Jed Allen is in the middle of a nightmare. He woke up in New York City with no idea who he was or what he was doing there and believes he may be an architect from the photos and information he found in his wallet. He also learns he has a girlfriend, but when he contacts her for help, she appears to be missing. When he finds bloody clothing in the trunk of his car he begins to panic. There is a serial killer taking women from Central Park. Is it possible that he is, in truth, a monster? Is this all a result of the car crash he was in almost a year before? Houghton kept me guessing and glued to the edge of my seat in this twisted thriller