Alone in her farmhouse on the riverbank one night, Georgie hears noises out on the highway – car doors, voices, weeping. She’s recently widowed and a little spooked. It’s not just her – the entire world feels wrong.

A figure slowly emerges from the darkness. A man, an Aborigine, seeks help. He says he needs petrol. His sister is out in the car, screaming. They’ve been sleeping in it for days. Can Georgie help? Should she trust them? And what do you do when guests settle in and show no inclination to move on?

This is a story about people with uncertain futures navigating with only shreds of the past to guide them. It’s about the mutual incomprehension between white and black – the anxiously safe and the pragmatic dispossessed – in a country where nobody is really sure they belong anymore, and where everyone’s fate seems to have already been determined.