Andy Edwards, Professor of Psychiatry, receives two letters; one telling him that he has received a prize for his work on marital intimacy, the second summoning him to a meeting to discuss a complaint regarding sexual impropriety. Andy has built a successful career based on marital intimacy, but he doesn't allow for finding himself aroused by a patient.
His dick tells him he's in trouble as soon as she arrives in his consulting room, but did he really have sex with her?
His career rides on this, but he can't remember. The female patient keeps materialising; at lectures, at presentations.
Did he, would he, could he have abused her without having any memory of it?
Consulting a colleague, Andy finds himself the patient.
Together, they examine his own subconscious and Andy starts to question himself, stripping away his own carefully constructed persona.
Is he guilty? And, if so, of what?