The blonde woman Ava lives in a modest house, surrounded by everything she likes. But every day she mysteriously loses an object or person. Looking for her so-called notebook of dreams and her boyfriend Oscar, she opens a door in her long white corridor. This gives access to a completely different environment. Experimental drama in which Ava finds, in a completely different context, what and whom she lost. Could this be the context these lost things actually belonged in in the first place?
