Read her name! B. Monkey. You can still see it, emblazoned on the cars, the trains, the writing on the wall. Now she's Beatrice. Steady job, steady man, off the drugs, on the level. But going straight can't compare with the heady thrill of life on the edge. Not when the past keeps hooking in to the present. Not when Alan, her love, her rescuer, her future, can never hope to understand...