When the doctor tells Brett that there is nothing more they can do for his dying wife, he finds himself desperate for any shred of hope he can find. A walk to clear his head leads him to that which he is seeking - hope, in the form of a tiny gypsy shop. The confusion and despair set in as he begins his emotional roller coaster ride, his wife's ragged voice and raspy breath echoing in his ears. Is the road to hell truly paved with good intentions? What's your poison?
