Leo does his best to keep his whiskers out of other people’s business. He’s perfectly content to spend his days stretched out in the sun, or wandering through his little patch of the Bronx. So when a south side mouse comes to him with a sob story about a pack of hound dogs trying to run her and her friends out of the abandoned church they call home, his first instinct is to walk away. But why would a mouse be desperate enough to call on an alley cat for help? The raccoons on the south side have their paws in the mix, he discovers, and any deal the raccoons are tied up in is guaranteed to get messy. Add in the fact that the dog pack seems to have come out of nowhere, and Leo’s got more questions than answers. Curiosity killed the cat, as the saying goes, but Leo isn’t going to stop digging until he figures out exactly why St. Bart’s has become… Marked Territory!

In a world both very similar and very different from our own, a group of traveling performers have stumbled across a young man beaten and left for dead in the woods. Nicknamed "Johnny Boy" this young man seems perfectly harmless. However, his presence seems to have set something in motion. Slowly, things have begun to spiral out of control. Now events will occur that will change the travelers' world forever.

Fundamental ontology is not possible because of the nonuniformity of time. Physicists privately acknowledge that their time cannot be time itself, what time itself is cannot be known. Fortunately, beyond all putatively definitive ontologies and pharisaical physical scenarios, we catch an astonishing glimpse of time’s dialectic, the secret of historical time, cheek by jowl a sweeping reappraisal of the temporal condition of creators who must climb into deviant spatiotemporal identities. Surging with startling pirouettes, in style, genre, and philosophy, Berengere blasts every tradition and trend.