Stephen Vink works at a trade counter where he waits for a boom in the housing market. There are no customers and he likes the fact that someone pays him to do nothing, but as the months go by, loneliness picks at the stitches in his mind. Winter leaves spring buds and isolation. He knows all the things that are true and understands the futility of the human condition. By summer he's talking to mould in teacups, giggling and asking for the toilet like a child. It's autumn when a plumber comes in for a u-bend and realises Stephen is close to death. Paramedics arrive with oxygen and plasters. They check pupil dilation, take blood samples and administer the sound of his daughter's voice. A flood of endorphins return him to consciousness as the manager arrives with a jar of overtime.