One is your husband of ten years of knowing each other and six of marriage—mature, steady, cold and quiet to the outside world, yet loves to act spoiled and crave attention at home. The other is "his past self" who just time-traveled from a college campus—raw, shy, with all his little schemes hidden behind every sweet call of "sister." They share the same face, but are separated by thirteen years of time. They both love you, but they are competing for your attention in different ways. This is a story about time, possession, and love. Undercurrents ripple through a warm daily life, and jealousy brews amidst the mundane. When you have both "his past self" and "his present self" at the same time—which one will you choose? Or, can you make them both stay?