Intro and gallery / Synopsis / Cast and crew / E-mail exchange / Reviews Synopsis Three people- married couple Leo and Ann, and their best friend Bob,-travel in a mini van through a beautiful mountain landscape. The view is awesome; the mountains majestic. Slowly, almost imperceivably at first, a dense fog creeps up the mountain side from below, covering everything in its path until it reaches the road and envelops the van. All they see outside their windows is the fog, as though they were in the heart of a deep, white cloud. To continue to drive would be suicidal. They stop, and wait for it to dissipate. At first, they try to make the best of a difficult situation. The trio are all in their thirties and seem to get along very well. They tease each other a little, play innocent practical jokes on each other, all in a spirit of friendly respect. But as the wait drags on, and the fog continues to linger, their sense of time begins to slip away. Their play turns serious, as Leo confesses to his wife and friend how he believes he once lived in 18th century France, where he raised two children, a boy and a girl. He admits that he mistreated the boy in the most gruesome way; making him sleep with the animals, even denying him a name. While the girl received all the luxury the 18th century had to offer, not to mention all of his love and attention. Ann listens warily at first, then begins to suspect that Leo has an ulterior motive for his strange confession. She begins to interrupt his story, to present her version of what she believes Leo is really saying. He's bothered by this and disagrees with her, strenuously. She insists on her point of view ever more vehemently. Bob finds himself caught in the middle of a heated marital dispute between his two best friends. As the night and the fog grow ever darker, and the isolation of the three friends intensifies, the situation grows dangerously volatile. When Ann decides to counter Leo's story, with her own account of how she was forced to liberate herself from his sexual dominance, Bob tries desperately to lighten the mood by recounting, humorously he thinks, his Don Juan escapades. But the more he talks, it becomes increasingly clear, that the woman of his dreams is Ann. Reality and fantasy start to blur as elements of their stories, undoubtedly true, mix with complete inventions to make a point. As they stretch their imaginations in the service of their individual perspectives, the argument grows beyond verbal. The next morning, when the fog finally lifts, one of the three best friends is dead. The two who remain will love each other more then they ever could have known, before the events of this fogbound night.