Percy is pregnant. She hasn’t told a soul. Probably she should tell her husband --- certainly she means to --- but one night she wakes up to find she no longer recognizes him. Amid this alienation, a package arrives. In it: an exhibition catalog for a photography show. The photographs consist of a series of digitally manipulated images of a woman lying on a bed in a red room. It takes a moment for even Percy to notice that the woman is herself, but no one else sees the resemblance. Percy must now come to grips with the fundamental question of identity in the digital age: To what extent do we own our own image, and to what extent is that image shaped by the eyes of others?