In a quiet apartment at night, a woman waits. She moves through small, deliberate actions—lighting a cigarette on the stove, opening a window, turning on a bedside lamp—killing time without naming it. As she goes into bed, the camera drifts outside, following strangers crossing paths on the street below, endlessly in motion. Inside, her sobbing is heard as she cries herself to sleep. When the sound fades, the camera pulls back to reveal the window still open, the light still on, and her reflection asleep in bed—caught between waiting, grief, and a world that keeps moving without her.