It come out of nowhere – said the woman who found Michael, knocked into a coma by a rogue golf ball. He remembers nothing of the life he wakes up to. And there is something he can tell no one: that he can imagine things out of existence.
That he only has to imagine a brick and it vanishes, that he only has to picture the catastrophes threatening his children and they are safe. As Michael’s hold on reality loosens, his sense of self and the world around him starts to fray at the edges, teetering on the brink of nothingness.