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There is a stillness in apartment 17 that is broken only by the trail of smoke that circles around the heap of ashes that was once called "John and Laure." We are introduced to the marionettes moving about to shape the "now" from "what has been." In this tangled web, will these puppets weave a final mosaic of hope or will their strings tatter at the ends, unraveled, broken---left to start again?