A young Austrian survives the crash of a commercial airliner. Six years later, she's a clerk, a mother, and happy. Then she dies in a car accident. Over the next year, her daughter goes through various medical blood tests, her husband is having an affair with her best friend, her sister trades sex for shelter, her brother is tiptoeing around a friendship with an emotionally-locked clerk whose mother is lonely, and an unpopular high-school student has bad skin. The daughter has her eye on a certain boy--the very one who was driving the car in the fatal crash. In happenstance are there patterns? In life is there meaning?—<[email protected]>