Carlo Gatti introduced ice cream to Victorian London, but this isn’t about him. This is about a physicist in 1983, a psychologist in 2017, a piano-playing Victorian era ghost, ice cream, quantum gravity, Elton John, and feeling alone in the universe.

In their respective apartments, in their respective times, alone a psychologist and a physicist fear for their sanity, because whoever lives above them has been playing Liszt on the piano nonstop, the only problem is they live on the top floor.

As one Christmas takes a turn, a betrayal is revealed. When we’re moving across time, can binding a found family across the ages change our future?

This bleak comedy takes a look at the delicate things that barely hold us and the universe together, the deafening pain of isolation and the phenomenal power of ice cream.