I Know When You Are Going To Die. This is what has plagued Marcus, all of his life, the gift he was given, the curse: being able to see the future. Being, The Seer. Knowing when someone is going to die, and seeing the fate which awaits us all, it softens you when you open to it, makes everything sweet, and fills you with gratitude: the blessing, the gift, of just even being here; the sweet tender poignancy of our tenuous existence. As a young man, Marcus wandered the country on his motorcycle, taking odd-jobs and never staying in one place too long. Never getting too close to anyone, never letting anyone in, close to his heart. But then, while working for an old man named Walter at a gas station in Three Rivers, Wyoming, Marcus meets Janine. Beautiful Janine. Can he love again, in the face of loss? The last time he tried to change the future, he lost those that he loved more than all others: his parents. Is the future immutably written, or can it be changed? Even the thought of trying to change the future triggers a terror within Marcus as if he’s defying Mother Nature, or God, or Life, or maybe it’s just the memory of losing his parents which brings the terror up for him, but he can’t ignore the visions which come to him: first for Walter, then for Janine, then for all of humanity. Maybe he was given this gift for a reason: to make a difference, to help others, to help the world in its final hour. The sweetness, the softness, of seeing how it’s all going to end, our time here so short, in the end, all that is left for Marcus, is love.