People are like rocks. Broken yet still whole. We have loose ideas that our paradigm may be flawed and the gives rise to a ceaseless suspision that life can offer more. For decades Jack dodged backroad deer chasing down money in North Jersey, like a rocking horse in the back of a pick-up, moving yet not directing his own journey. She's a single mother and illegal immigrant from the foothills of Caracas where Santeria, naturalism and magic fused into a cultural reality. In thirty days she'll be the owner of a small hotel on a Columbian beach, but for now, she works at a Miami strip club called "Visions." Life presents opportunites where we may least expect. Theirs begins in an airport.