Virgil has always had a knack for finding things - an excellent journalist trait. As the victim of a society that seems far too easily swayed by impressively white teeth, and equally impressive cleavage, Virgil finds himself out of work, and homeless. Desperate for a commission, he accepts an assignment to write a "fluff piece" about the current winter holiday, and its remarkably attractive character. There's journalistic integrity, and then there's reality. The man has to eat, you know. Always the astute investigator, Virgil attacks his assignment with his usual, obsessive zeal. But he...

Collin just wants to get home from work... that's all. Unfortunately, his car has kidnapped him, and it's delivered him into the clutches of the actual, honest-to-goodness Antichrist - who actually isn't a bad guy. Did I mention, this whole thing takes place in outer space? Yeah, well... that's what this book is about. Of course, Collin has also lost sight of himself, in the endless chaos of work and everyday life. And it's possible that this journey into the unknown is precisely what he needs.