After a ferocious argument with her tepid fiancé and theatrical agent Grondahl Ambrose, hot-tempered starlet-to-be Charity Wymer swiftly gathers Grondahl’s prized collection of stage ephemera and immediately boards her private train. Her express intention is to launch this eclectic paraphernalia off Breakruth Pier.

En route, Charity is spontaneously hurling the most valuable props out of her carriage window, when she picks up an unusual mask of ancient design. On a whim she puts it on, and instantly finds herself transported into an elaborate country garden, entirely devoid of other people but full of disembodied laughter and strange familiarity…

…as if half-remembered from an off-season revue she had yet to perform…